First their birthday, now this. Their eleventh birthday had begun with Claire needing space and going off on her own with a chaperone. Which lead to her finding a bunny with a nice lady that she had met. On her own. When she had fallen off of the ship, she had been on her own too. Was this only the beginning? Winter break, Christmas, on her own? Perhaps the sorting hat had got it wrong. Perhaps they were not meant to be in the same house at all. "OK." She said quietly, simply.