Lily can feel the heat of tears pricking at the corners of her eyes but she refuses to let them fall in front of a stranger, blinking them away and tipping her head back a moment before taking a deep breath to steel herself.
"Sorry, I just... That doesn't sound likely or honestly even possible from where I'm standing." It's clear a part of her is still twisted tight and close to the chest just in case this is some kind of sting or something - she could get in real trouble for trying to stir up dissent.
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Tom Riddle was never Minister for Magic.
Lily can feel the heat of tears pricking at the corners of her eyes but she refuses to let them fall in front of a stranger, blinking them away and tipping her head back a moment before taking a deep breath to steel herself.
"Sorry, I just... That doesn't sound likely or honestly even possible from where I'm standing." It's clear a part of her is still twisted tight and close to the chest just in case this is some kind of sting or something - she could get in real trouble for trying to stir up dissent.
"Time is strange, after all. Are you sure?"