"I--yeah, that's the gist of it," she said slowly, letting her body lean closer to him. "And I don't know how to really take all of this, I mean--he's just not my uncle because he's--but." She groaned, trying to not think too hard about all of this. "And now he's the Minister so he's probably going to have more to deal with, and it's not like people were too happy with the last one. He'll probably have a death threat every other week and--" Why did everyone she cared about have to be a public servant? She wouldn't have to worry if she could just--lock them all up in a broom cupboard somewhere for safekeeping.
"Things are just going to get worse before they get better. And--I mean, I know I'm still in school but what if something happens to you, or to Da or--" She wouldn't be able to do a blessed thing stuck at Hogwarts.
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