Last year, she would be so offended, so defensive (Miss Emerald Weasley and Sweetie's own brother could confirm that), but now she just sat, taking the yelling with a slight flinch. After so much worse being thrown her way recently, this should be nothing, but she already felt like she was breaking apart. This just only added to it. Not even trying to defend herself from his verbal attack, she just watched.

Hearing him yell just reminded her of summer, of Handsome yelling at her after the misunderstanding with Miss Backus. Of Handsome yelling at her after she had left the house, going to their aunt and uncle's home in hopes that they could both heal from some much needed distance. "I know I'm awful. My own brother wishes that I was never born." She mumbled. It was quite unlikely for the angry boy before her to hear, but he might, if he had stopped to take a breath between yells.

A bit of thought, and she decided that she might be able to help. "If you want, I could send for new robes for you, so you don't have to worry about the stains." She offered softly. Hopefully, that would stop the yelling. She couldn't really deal with the yelling.

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