Almost as soon as the words came out of her mouth, Hannah looked embarrassed. She sipped at her cup for a reason to keep from speaking. It was the first time in twenty years that she'd even hinted there was something awful that happened to her when the war ended. Antonin knew more than Hermione did, but he refused to tell his wife. Said that it wasn't his story to tell and he didn't feel right telling her. Evidently the few interactions the two witches had in recent days calmed Hannah enough to feel comfortable being so open. As much as Hermione didn't want to push, she got the impression that she wanted to talk about it.