Bill always ran away from crowded places, so he went to a spot alone behind the burrow to watch the stars as soon as Ginny's birthday party started. He didn't like seeing people staring at his scars. You went to look for him because it made you feel sorry to see how he always excluded himself, and you sat next to him.

"They're pretty," you said as he looked up at the sky.

"The stars are always pretty."

You weren't talking about the stars, but about his scars.