And yet somehow she'd been labeled the family drama queen when in reality it was clearly him. She groaned to herself as she caught the tail end of his form dip into Oscar's room without saying anything. She knew he wasn't asking Oscar to write it. Both he and Jasper had been called into work. She slowed, hesitating by the door. She didn't want to just burst in even if her brother wasn't here when she'd just been harping Victor about her own privacy. (Though clearly that lesson hadn't sunk in if Victor was still just as fine going in someone else's room without permission.)

"Victor, please, come out," Beatrice spoke, leaning against the wall beside the door. She didn't want to stand in front of the door, she'd experienced a ghost going through her before and it wasn't an experience she cared to repeat. "I never said that writing a letter was inconvenient. I asked you to respect my space. That is different. Now, what happened to Christabel that has you so worried?"