She hasn't cried not because James being six months dead has softened the blow. The idea that learning everything was based off of that initial lie that he'd charmed her with could be softened by half a year is absurd.
She hasn't cried because some part of her doesn't want to cry in front of anyone at all.
She also does not flinch or shy away from Severus' reaction, the sharpness of him. She isn't afraid of him: she never was. But now he's turned away and she dips her head again, hand covering her mouth to stifle the stutter of her breath. She doesn't let out a sob, but maybe it's worse that she's quiet when the dam breaks.
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She hasn't cried not because James being six months dead has softened the blow. The idea that learning everything was based off of that initial lie that he'd charmed her with could be softened by half a year is absurd.
She hasn't cried because some part of her doesn't want to cry in front of anyone at all.
She also does not flinch or shy away from Severus' reaction, the sharpness of him. She isn't afraid of him: she never was. But now he's turned away and she dips her head again, hand covering her mouth to stifle the stutter of her breath. She doesn't let out a sob, but maybe it's worse that she's quiet when the dam breaks.