Lucy chewed on the inside of her cheek, her eyes looked toward their hands. She had done it on an impulse, a feeling that she just had to hold on to something at that moment. It had been Nikolas that she quickly chose. But she found herself content for that moment, the touch of another human enough to calm her senses.
Her first real question was in regards to the Headmistress. It seemed to be a long time coming, her expected dismissal from the school. How could they let her stay? Not after their new quest of registration. There were more than enough Muggleborns at Hogwarts. She'd been a witness to how many when she had popped in via Portkey. It still bothered her that the Ministry couldn't see what a damage in their population they would be risking.
She sighed, the breath of air nearly escaping from inside her.
"Too much, too soon," she said, her shoulders sagging. "My grandmother said something along those lines. She said that maybe they were waiting until the initial scare wore off."
Lucy's words were so cut and dry. It almost bothered her to hear such a lack of emotion coming from her. But she had already cried enough over the ordeal. She didn't want to do so in front of Nikolas.
"But who knows what they've got in store for us now."