The corners of Kieran's mouth twitched up into a smile at insightful, because he had never really intended to be insightful, it was just that being a werewolf was his life now, and he could only talk about it with very particular people. And M was — she, Miss Binns, was thoughtful, and cared about werewolves, and wanted to make changes to wizarding perspectives that Kieran thought were unlikely to ever be made.
And how could he be disappointed when he had never anticipated talking to Miss Binns in person at all?
"Well, I'm glad you did," Kieran admitted, feeling more at-ease, now, even though things were surreal. And, because he could not resist, he had to add: "When did you know? About Forfang." What he meant, of course, was about me — but that was perhaps too much to verbalize.
And how could he be disappointed when he had never anticipated talking to Miss Binns in person at all?
"Well, I'm glad you did," Kieran admitted, feeling more at-ease, now, even though things were surreal. And, because he could not resist, he had to add: "When did you know? About Forfang." What he meant, of course, was about me — but that was perhaps too much to verbalize.