Oh, she knew that little detail that Professor Dakest wasn’t mentioning in his explanation of ways to avoid the curse. That seventh year Hufflepuff had indirectly mentioned it when she’d brought up Harry Potter, after all. Either way, Brooklyn had remained silent. Calculating, observing. Analysing the reactions as people had started filtering up to the pensieve. Of course she hadn’t kept herself away, stepping up to it once the last person had walked away looking shaken. She wasn’t afraid. Not of a memory. Not even as she’d been sucked in and landed on the floor of the trashed building. She just kept reminding herself that it was a memory. It was like a dream, except it wasn’t really happening to her. It was a learning experience, something she could use.

Except it had been difficult keeping herself entirely separate. As she’d comeback, she’d blinked a few times, but otherwise very little reaction had shown on her face. Only people who had known her well, of which there were very few here at the castle, would have known how shaken she really was. She refused to let anyone else see her feeling weak, but she’d still found herself looking around until her blue eyes landed on Hady. Maybe she was close enough, and if anything, she trusted her not to mess up and hurt her. Since they were supposed to work with a partner, anyhow, and she made her way over to her dorm mate. Not saying a word but hoping she understood.