Day after day Dorothy felt more cooped up in the company of the Roses. Sure, this was what was best for her family's crumbling image. No scandal, no drama, and a proper finishing to top it all off. But was this to be the rest of her life? Proving that she could act better than Melody? Trying to live up to Margaret's standards?

Classes only felt useless. Especially compared to that of Hogwarts. But she played the dutiful student. Wonder did not seem to exist in her life at this point. A life out as a debutante would at least have been filled with distraction. But it felt as if the simple day to day was a quiet reminder of everything that had happened.

Going back home for the first time in what like so long, Dorothy didn't know how she felt about it. The change of it all sounded like a relief, though spending time in a tense household felt like an utter nightmare. It was frustrating, though Dorothy wouldn't admit to it. All she could do was hope that things turned out alright.