What she was, Connie immediately thought, was someone dearly in need of guidance and, she expected, rather overlooked in the grand scheme of her family. In her experience daughters without mothers always bore the brunt of the neglect, the oldest expected to look after the other children while the younger ones ran wild with their moods and tempers. Miss Scrimgeour had the added upset of losing half her siblings, a blow Connie could scarcely imagine though the only incidents she had witnessed had involved Holly lashing out rather than being sad.

Perhaps it would come with time?

“I believe that part of the purpose for your years here are to find that out for yourself. No one else can tell you no matter how hard they might try,” she replied with an encouraging smile that soon turned into a raise of her eyebrows. “All we can do is impart what we know and hope you have the wisdom to work it out for yourselves.”

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MJ made me beautiful