She knew her sister well, and could instantly tell she had said something wrong, although Zinnia racked her brain for which part it was. None of it was a lie — they were all worried about Daffy living here, and even if she lived in a guarded castle with the best spells in the world that were considered impenetrable, the worry would not change. It translated to all of their sisters, from Calla being away at Hogwarts (Merlin, what if she needed them and they couldn’t get to her because of the Headmaster’s barrier) to Amaryllis, who had a husband to look out for her. And she was a healer; if something went wrong, she would be the one who would be able to fix it. But Zinnia didn’t offer the explanation as her little sister settled.

A small smile appeared on Zinnia’s lips at the shop doing well. There wasn’t any surprise there, Daffy always did have a good head on her shoulders when it came to knowing how to run a shop. Of course she was out here having success! Zin couldn’t ever imagine leaving the Florist Potts, it was her home away from home and she spent a lot of her free time there. Maybe one day it would be her shop, mainly, although she wouldn’t change a single thing about it. Blue eyes blinked at her little sister at her admission, although she found that Daffy didn’t want to hold her gaze. It broke her heart that she was struggling so much to tell her, but Zinnia didn’t interrupt her thought process. She took a sip of her tea and hummed quietly, watching Daffodil.

Finally she spoke, but her words didn’t make much sense. Zinnia lips parted, confusion written cleanly across her. “I don’t understand,” she finally whispered, head tilting to the side as she gave Daffy all of her attention, tea abandoned on a table nearby in case she needed to rush over and hug her. “What happened to make you think that?” Zinnia didn’t want to pass judgment without having all the facts in front of her, but without even having all of them she’d already decided whatever happened (happens), she’d side with her sister.

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