She snorted. “Oh please. Even if they’re dreadful you can’t let them be puppy food. They need to be graded and passed back so that the little darlings can learn from their mistakes.” Or simply to torture Quentin, but both of those worked. She didn’t think she could ever handle being a teacher. More power to him.
“Yes, Australia.” She was amused that he seemed to parrot back where she’d been. “Things down there seemed so untouched from the war. Up here not only was England affected, but so where all the neighboring countries. And at least in Australia I didn’t seem that much a foreigner.” Like she would have if she’d went somewhere like the states.
“I’d left them a short note, explaining that I’d left and things were getting bad. I told them they should disappear too.” Not quite in so many words, but she knew her point had gotten across. “It’s kind of a terrifying thought that they chose to stay. Guess I’m fail at being a Gryffindor.” Her self preservation instincts were evidently too in tuned to keeping her alive.
“Multiple things,” she admitted, taking another drink and sitting it aside. It was pleasant, but a distraction. If she wasn’t careful she’d end up drinking the entire thing quickly just to put off talking. “My family, all my old friends, Alix.” Though she had to admit that Alix had been one of the absolute main driving points in getting her home. She could have renewed old friendships and family ties by the phone or by owl.