Somehow, Silence suspected that life after should would be slightly different for her. She would probably want to find her own place, but with her condition that would be unwise. So she would have to live at home and have her three square meals taken care of and a house levee to do the chores, and all she would have to worry about was arguing with her grandparents about being allowed to work and not having a live in nurse. "I'm a little excited about being done with school," she admitted. "I imagine it will be hard at first, but I plan to start at St. Mungo's the day after i'm home. I've spent enough time there I should be well ahead of everyone else."

That also meant everyone there knew about her condition and would try to make her take it easy, which always upset her. She could do anything and everything anyone else could do and better. She was just more likely to have seizures, pass out, and or die than other people. That didn't mean there was anything wrong with her.

"A butterbeer is fine with me, I'm not really hungry." She bit her lower lip nervously, unsure what to say. She glanced around the room and smiled sympathetically at Casimir who's wife was not looking so good and seemed to be very angry. "I'm glad my grandparents couldn't betroth me. I mean, getting married might be okay. But betrothed they except you to breed prefect little pureblood babies… Its grotesque." She then realized this wasn't probably at all and acceptable line of conversation. So she apologized. "Sorry, I'm sort of lousy at conversation… How are you?"