Often times Acacia worried. About her family, about what people thought of her. Sometimes she worried if she would be able to finish studying when wrapped around so much worry. Her grades, however, did seem to show that she was focusing just fine. Many a time did she worry about her mother. What was she doing or going to do? What impact would that have on Acacia and the rest of her family? But ever since the vampire that had abandoned them had died, she had only worried about the fact that she continuously missed her ever the more. In spite of her frustration and rightful anger towards the woman who left them, Acacia had always missed her.

So the idea of father moving on did eat at her in some way. Of course she was happy for him. She was. But... how was she really supposed to feel about this? Barely knowing the woman personally, that did not seem to help her anxiety. What if they really got married. Had kids? What would that mean for herself and her sisters? Would... would father favor the fully human children? Did he regret his marriage with her mother? No, that was ridiculous. He had loved the woman. He loved his daughters, she was sure. She tried to remember that as she painted Hogwarts for the hundredth time. Casting a dark shadow over the features of the snowy image she was creating. Reflecting her feelings and trying to work with different techniques to grow as an artist. Oh, if only life was simply art and good times with those that she loved.