He wished he hadn’t said that. He had expected her to be too caught up in her own homesickness to much register anything he’d said – so now a slightly pained expression crossed his face. He coughed to clear his throat. One personal sentence was plenty, bloody hell, but she had gone and asked him a question about it. (Most people knew Howell well enough not to bother asking questions.)
He would never have to see her again, in fairness, so it wasn’t like she’d talk to anyone he knew. And she had chuckled, so his verbal self-flagellation might even have done some good for the situation. Howell grimaced again. Course it had.
“Oh, I made it to Hogwarts alright. Didn’t take to it, much.” It had made him physically ill, so at least she was doing far better than him, halfway across the world. “Managed ‘bout two months in all. So you win, I reckon.”
He would never have to see her again, in fairness, so it wasn’t like she’d talk to anyone he knew. And she had chuckled, so his verbal self-flagellation might even have done some good for the situation. Howell grimaced again. Course it had.
“Oh, I made it to Hogwarts alright. Didn’t take to it, much.” It had made him physically ill, so at least she was doing far better than him, halfway across the world. “Managed ‘bout two months in all. So you win, I reckon.”
