"I hope that is so," she said, still worried and unable to help the niggling in her stomach at the thought of what would happen to them if the Death Eaters found them.
She took the sandwich from him and stared at it before taking a single bite. It was like ashes in her mouth and she swallowed it with difficulty before putting it back down, chasing it with a sip of the butterbeer, which she detested. She much preferred water.
"It is just too much to believe that all of this has happened," she said, her voice a little tight. "What is going to happen now? To your family? We're supposed to just be getting started and now... this." Her mother had begged her to come back to France last night, that she and Bill could both come, and she had refused. This was her home now, it was where she belonged.
She looked back up at him. "I am glad I have you Bill, you know there is nowhere else I would ever want to be, but... I worry. About you, about the ones we love. I want us all to be safe, to be happy." Like things had been a short time before, such a very short time indeed. Now Moody was dead and the Ministry overthrown, what was going to become of them?