There it is, the Slytherin smile that Chrysanta had perfected. When she was a first year, it had been hard to imagine her as a Slytherin. Acacia blamed Miss Whitledge for the change. Not that it was bad. But still different.
Acacia simply rolled her eyes at her sister. Goodness, at least she wasn’t like Orinda. This cat was the one that Acacia approved of for Chrysanta. It wasn’t a rabid stray. And it wasn’t named after their mother. "I will be painting the snow filled courtyard."
Acacia simply rolled her eyes at her sister. Goodness, at least she wasn’t like Orinda. This cat was the one that Acacia approved of for Chrysanta. It wasn’t a rabid stray. And it wasn’t named after their mother. "I will be painting the snow filled courtyard."


