Hester sat in her bedroom, listening to the arguments downstairs. She didn't know what it was about this time. Her sisters wouldn't talk to her.
"You weren't here through the worst of it," was all they would say.
She cuddled under her blanket and wished she was back at Hogwarts. It wasn't fair. It couldn't all be her fault yet Jeanie was certainly treating her like it was.
She hummed to herself to block out the noise.