When Sybille had sat down for supper she had felt bubbly in anticipation of the end of the year. The last tests were done and soon she would be returning home where Ace and Avril and her mother (her mother!) were. She'd spend the summer with Fleur in the kitchens baking and all would be right with the world for the first time in a long time.

She hadn't anticipated the news having spent most of the day in the dorms packing and as such when Professor Darrow delivered the news Sybille was shocked. She hadn't been close with the Benet twins, instead having kept to her housemates when it came to socializing, but she would never have wished it on anyone. Death was horrible. Immediately she thought of Claire, all alone with out her twin. Sybille knew that dying meant that part of yourself felt like it had died too, the dead always took a piece of the living with them. In this matter she felt rather like she knew something.

"We should make her some cookies." Sybille whispered to Fleur. It wouldn't help much, but at least it was something. A gesture that Claire's classmates were there for her in some shape, even if they couldn't help ease the pain.