As Leda sat next to her friend, her hand pulled away slowly when he revealed that his granddad had died two years ago. TWO YEARS AGO!? Surely that must have been around the time her own dad had died, and the thought that Mervyn was going through something very similar, made the Slytherin feel a bit sick. Leda didn't get a chance to process the fact that her best friend hadn't told her something important for two years, when he started relaying to her what had happened in the meantime. It was hard to focus on his words too when his voice kept changing. Had he been around a new friend she didn't know about? Picked up their accent and now as he relaxed he was blubbering out all this information to her in a mess, that it was coming through his normal accent? Leda couldn't comprehend having so much money to be able to live out of hotels for years. That had been Olive's life, before Leda was born. Leda had never had money and the idea that Mervyn had just blown through everything he had instead of actually coming to talk to her, was another blow to her system, which was already fragile after Olive and Alistair had whopping great secrets of their own. But Mervyn, Mervyn was the one she'd known the most, been around the most, at least in recent years. He knew how much it meant to her that she wasn't kept from information about her friends and family. Did people really feel like she couldn't be trusted with anything but trivial rumours? Leda's heart was hammering in her chest with anger, annoyance that someone she considered to be like a brother would back stab her in the same way as her sister, when he knew what that would mean. The red head purposely had to bite her tongue hard, willing herself not to say anything she was going to end up regretting. She didn't need another instance like the one when she'd heard about Alistairs condition in the hall. She didn't want to lose another friend, even if she felt like the person who was sat in front of her, had really just been an illusion this entire time.
It took her a good few minutes of sitting in silence before she was finally ready to actually say something to him. Maybe she'd just have to get used to being the person that others lied to. "You have parents, don't you?" she said quietly. For all she knew now, they weren't real either. It wasn't like she'd ever met them. There was a time when she thought he didn't get on with them, but since he'd kept so many things from her, her face was blank as she fired off the only things she could think of, regardless of what information she thought she had at her disposal. "I'm sure there's somewhere you could stay." It was a feeble attempt at comforting him and she knew it, but Leda was just quietly congratulating herself on not shouting right now. She looked across at him, an emptiness in her eyes, trying to figure out if the person sat next to her had ever been her real friend at all.