"I'm a little confused as to the details," he confessed. "I haven't said anything to her either. He's usually so...I don't know...reliable? It all seems a bit off."
He scooped up a handful of mushrooms from Fleur and deposited them into the salad.
"Anyway, I haven't seen Char in ages, and it's due time. I wish I could get in touch with Ron more, too. We haven't talked about it, but I know my mum and dad are a mess about this whole thing. I guess they're proud of us all taking part in this, but I'm sure they also wish we were all safe and hidden away."
Adding the carrots to the shredded lettuce, he declared the salad complete and set it in the ice box.
"I've been thinking about that," he said. "Having kids. I mean, not now, not with the War, but eventually. But part of me thinks that I've seen two wars already in my lifetime, and I don't want a child to have to face that. I don't really remember the first one, other than my parents talking about it. I guess it's an inevitable part of life though; of our world."