Sybille was use to the sighs of her siblings, especially Jolie’s. Most of them didn’t like that she baked, but Ace gave her the privilege as her parents had and so they left well enough alone with a sigh to indicate they thought it a bad idea. This girl clearly fell into that category. But Sybille didn’t care. She was going to the kitchens! She would be able to bake! Just wait until she told Fleur.

They stopped in front of a portrait of fruit in the middle of a corridor and Sybille began to wonder if perhaps the girl would go back on her word. But instead she insisted that this was actually the place. Sybille’s brow wrinkled, wondering if the girl was misleading her. But, too excited to consider how much more humiliated she could become, she stepped up to the portrait and tickled the pear as instructed.

Slowly the portrait swung open, emitting delicious smells of dinner and baked goods. Hordes of houselfs bustled around the kitchen immersed in their own activities as Sybille’s eyes grew wide. It was amazing! She’d never seen a kitchen so big. It took her a moment to even remember the older girl still stood there. “Oh! Thank you so much!” Sybille grinned, a real true grin, at the girl for the first time since they had run into each other.