"The second time wasn't romantic. True love isn't just for romance. Sometimes it's friends or family. Love is important all around, I guess."

And, she holds up a hand. Scout's honour. "Actually, that was part of the curse. No memories of home, different lives. Snow was Mary Margaret Blanchard, and she taught at the primary school. I was Ruby, and I worked at my Granny's diner. We were just... normal."

If she sounds a little nostalgic? It's because she is. She wouldn't give up being Red, but there had been a lot of stuff that she'd been better off forgetting, happier not knowing. "And Robin didn't turn up for a long time, but that's a whole different story. Some people got left behind. It's... it's convoluted," is the only thing she can say. Because it was. It was so confusing to think about.

The look she throws Hermione is somewhere between amused and indignant. "Just Red. No one's called me 'little' since I was fourteen, tops. Geez, tease a girl for her name. Feels like being a teenager all over again."

But, huh. She rolls her shoulder a little, and after a moment, adds, "It feels a lot better. The scratches, I mean."