"Yeah, I imagine I would be pretty upset, Sev," she mused, taking a step forward. She folded her arms, "But to be honest, you didn't seem too terribly concerned with the year so much as the day, which has, oh, I don't know...gotten my feathers a little ruffled,"
While she had bought that his name was Severus earlier (though it seemed amazingly silly), she had picked up that something was a little off, and the mention of war only further solidified her suspicions - he had given her a false name. She chewed the inside of her cheek, unsure what to do with this information.
"I imagine they'll have to make do without you, Sev," she murmured, taking another step towards him. "I just hope you're fighting for a good cause," she paused, and added, "Because you're giving me quite a few reasons to doubt that,"
Her eyes searched his face. She hadn't noticed it until just now, being distracted by fireworks and intense pain and her bleeding leg and all, but there was something distinctly wild about this boy. Almost as if he had been raised in the woods.