"Yeah?" She nudged her broom a little closer. "Ditto. I kind of want to hug you right now. I would, if I didn't think one of us might fall off our brooms!"
Shifting slightly on her broom and readjusting her grip, Katie agreed, "It has. I know exactly what you mean. I worry all the time, but I have to hide it and I hate it. I hate not having anyone to talk to about it. And coming off the potion was like realizing certain things all over again, or realizing the truth about things." She dropped her eyes. "I had to mourn my mother all over again. She died in Azkaban because she was muggleborn, and I didn't even know..."