"You'd think, yeah. But when it's one of us everything goes ham and they take our fucking apparition licenses and homes and jobs. We had a nice little stay on my Mum's sofa for a bit there." Her nostrils flared out some, none of that bitterness receding.
Her friend's question snapped her back from it, the tension in her jaw loosening as she looked up at her. Her eyes softened, sadly, and she paused before answering. Wasn't that the question? The thing that haunted all her worries, every second she spent with Teddy, every moment more she got that she had never been supposed to.
"I don't know. They're acting like it, which... could mean they know something we don't. But I don't think so." She sighed, looking apologetic, gutted, that she couldn't offer Trin something more concrete. "We don't know," she repeated again, and then took another swig.