Even though she loved her sisters dearly, she knew even they would possibly never fully take her side. Never in her life would she be accepted by her family, in her eyes. In some way, each one of her siblings would hate her, her grandmother was a stranger, and they weren't that close to their cousins. At times, Sweetie felt that it would have just been easier if she had been born an only child... or born to a normal family. A family that didn't include her absent mother, her terrible brother, a living father, caring siblings, oh what a dream.

The lie was so obvious, that she only felt the need to raise an eyebrow and give him a look telling him that this was a pathetic attempt on his part at avoiding the truth. Keeping a household together? That was complete foolery, and even he knew that. And who was the one to be delicate? She hadn't come running up to him in the beginning, yelling about what was clearly a misunderstanding.

Looking back on him when he spoke, she saw the hurt. It must be a lie, surely. He wanted to guilt her into making some pathetic apology that would have been a complete lie and leave her feeling like his little puppet of a sister. No. She had no reason to be sorry. "You're hurt. Good. Now you know a small portion of what I have felt for months." She stated before heading off, back to the common room, not once stopping to hear another pathetic word out of the selfish boy's mouth.

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