[The difference now is that they aren't in the middle of something else. That, and John's already made an ass of himself about Harry, as well. He glances over at Molly for a long moment, then down at the coffee in his hands. A shrug makes him suck in a sharp breath and sorely regret having a physical form at all. Why can't he just be a consciousness? Those can't break ribs or bruise or burn.]

Dunno what there is to say, really. She was into art, graphic design stuff. Never much cared about school, otherwise. Fell in with an older crowd when we were kids and picked up bad habits. She liked to tell jokes. Some of them were all right, but I think she liked getting people to groan more. Married Clara just before I shipped out and had me as her 'gentleman-of-honor,' as she called it. Clara had one of her mates from uni as the 'best woman.'

[A nostalgic smile does quirk up his lips for a moment.]