Sweetie wasn't unfamiliar with sibling conflict. Especially when it came to older brothers. To be honest, she was still in a conflict with said brother. Not that she mentioned it much at school. With Handsome out of school, it was easier to pretend that she didn't have a brother. Upon him being mentioned, she would try to ignore it if she could. If she knew what the other girl was going through then she could certainly relate. Advise on the other hand was not something that Sweetie would be confident giving. She didn't even know what to do about her own brother.

Blinking once, twice, and three times, Sweetie could have sworn that she had seen the girl's hair darken. A change that she supposed was caused by the light. The girl in question looked younger. Reaching out a hand, Sweetie gave a small apologetic smile. The broom lead Sweetie to believing that this girl was a quidditch player. A sinking feeling in her stomach caused her smile to waver at the thought of her quidditch playing brother. "I suppose we both have been distracted by our own thoughts then." She mused.