Lia couldn't help the incredibly small smile that crossed her features when he said something about losing his temper. That was losing his temper? She didn't believe it in the slightest bit. Ruffled feathers, maybe. Annoyed, maybe. But by no means did she believe he blew up at her, instead she knew she was an absolute dick to him and that's what bothered her the most. Dean was legitimately one of the best people she knew, and he didn't need the added stress in his life with everything going on, and everything that she knew had to be going on with Ginny. Lia couldn't imagine what it would be like to have her name smeared all over Witch Weekly constantly, and she especially didn't know what it was like to come from such a well known family. If if she knew one thing for certain, it was that the stress the person you cared about had to deal with affected you directly too.
"Dean... if that was losing your temper, I'm the Queen of the Moon," she said teasingly, trying now to join him and turning things lighthearted. "You're a good person, and I know that. You were just trying to help... either way, you're right. We can... move on. Whatever. All of that stuff." She shrugged slightly, looking up at him, feeling a bit better at the idea they were all in this together. Sometimes... well sometimes, it didn't feel much like it, but she knew it was true now that he spoke the words.
"I know... I just wish.. Well I wish a lot of things. But mostly I wish that the good people like you didn't have to suffer like this. And part of me wishes the arseholes like Pansy Parkinson and the like could experience what we're all experiencing instead of having some fucking ridiculous immunity to all this bullshite. Half of them have already spent their lives making anyone who isn't pure enough hell, and now this? It's just... some twisted fucking humor, is all." And perhaps that's what frustrated her the most.