"Then they're like ghosts," she surmises softly. "And not, at the same time. That's so strange. How can this world be so similar to and yet so different from mine?"

It's not the first time she's wondered such a thing, and she's fairly certain it won't be the last. Her head is always buzzing with questions; it just seems to be buzzing that much more loudly now, and she isn't sure how to deal with it.

"Having opposable thumbs lets you do a lot of things, but that doesn't mean that all other animals should be afraid of people," she mutters, just a touch indignantly. "Though... given the way some of us act towards some of them, I suppose I wouldn't be able to blame them."

She's quiet for a moment before nodding slowly. "Thank you." She tries to think of something to say, but whether she'd like to lament over Dumbledore or Snape, she doesn't know and it doesn't matter; the tears well up anyway before she manages to look away, sniffling a little as she pretended it wasn't as terrible as all that.