Her face kept it's charming smile. She didn't cringe or turn away. But inside something clicked and shut down. That time of her life right at the end of the war was not a time he or anyone else would get het to talk about. At least not anytime soon.
The only thing that shifted was the way the fingers of her right hand curled a bit, the tattoo on the inside of her pinky finger pressing against the skin of her bare ring finger. Promise.
"And what was I supposed to do?" She asked with a tilt of head and cascade of hair. "I didn't find out about its end until that August. I had no seventh year and no way to take the exams. I had nothing. Running shamed my family. And I was good at what I do. Getting better. It was a fair sight better than stripping for money or selling my body, which were among my very few options."
And shed had a newborn, though nobody here knew that. Nobody would knew that.