[She thinks of the DA, of helping Neville and Luna teach the others what they know because they've faced off Death Eaters twice. Sixteen and seventeen year olds trying to lead a war. What the hell were they thinking?]

Yeah, I reckon you are. [It's easy for her to pull out of her thoughts, smile, follow him along. It's easy because she never talks about the rest of it.] It's fairly straightforward, anyway. It's just a matter of being familiar enough to do the finer things like it's part of you.

[It just takes a shift in her grip now, but this broom was made for her (by Regulus Black, of all people).]