Sansa might have attempted to explain her reasoning, but for the fact that she had attempted to explain, at least in part, to Jon Snow some months back and had been met with the equivalent of a brick wall. Surely there would be no point in attempting to explain to her lord father. The two were much alike, after all. Catelyn, perhaps, might have understood, but there were things Sansa would feel free to say to her mother that she would never say before her father.
She walked over and took a seat, willing herself to relax, to put off some of her armor. It even worked, a little. "How have you been finding Hogwarts?" It was an inane, stupid question, but it opened some kind of conversation at least.
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Date: 2008-01-27 06:52 am (UTC)She walked over and took a seat, willing herself to relax, to put off some of her armor. It even worked, a little. "How have you been finding Hogwarts?" It was an inane, stupid question, but it opened some kind of conversation at least.