"You’re lying"//"We’ll be better off without you."//"You don’t have to do this alone."
"You’re lying"
Crysandra bit her lip, backing away slightly. “I’m not,” she said softly. “I’m not lying, I swear. I just…” she looked down, shaking her head. “I wanted to help. You don’t have to believe me, but please. Just… be careful.” She knew they had no reason to believe her. She was one of them, after all. A pureblood, a Slytherin, someone who had always been friends with the crowd that were now unanimously suspected to be Death Eaters. He didn’t have a reason to doubt that she was one, too. “You don’t have to believe me, just… please, watch out for them. Don’t let them get hurt.”
"We’ll be better off without you."
She looked away. He was right, probably. She hadn’t done much to earn their trust, and it wasn’t like she was some powerful warrior. She couldn’t do much of anything except provide healing potions and charms, pass along bits of gossip that she heard. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I didn’t…” she sighed. “I’ll leave. You’re right. I’m not a help to you, and I don’t want to cause any trouble.” It was pointless to try, really. Why had she thought she could do any good? Her parents were right; she’d never be worth anything on her own.
"You don’t have to do this alone."
Chrysandra met his eyes slowly. “What… what are you saying?” She wasn’t sure if this was a trap or not. From what she knew of him, he probably hated her father, hated her entire family. There were rumors that he was the one who had killed her grandmother, after all. Why would he be showing any kindness to her? She was torn between hoping that maybe, just maybe, someone had seen through the mask and saw who she really was, and the echoing voice in her head insisting that of course they didn’t, that they never would, that people only ever saw her family when they looked at her.