After a moment of silence, Faelan shrugged. "I wasn't pretending. I just don't...care." Faelan stated blandly. But then, this was Harry he was talking to, who was no fool, and wouldn't hesitate to call him on his bullshit. "Well, I do. But you know..." he trailed off and shrugged again. "What can I do about it?"
Pulling aside the corner of a dusty curtain, Faelan glanced out the window and his stomach dropped at the very familiar view of the alley. How many times had he carried Padma's trash out there on his way home?
"Can't avoid Hogsmeade forever. It won't bring her back."