Oh, sweet Merlin, she was going to die, wasn't she? And all over bloody Potter.
"I - no. No, I don't. Sympathize, I mean. With him. He was always so - oh. Okay. Yes, sure. Of course. I was going to anyway, really." Hurriedly, she put the poster back up on the window, though she did move it over, slightly, so the view of the top wasn't hidden.