Mireille seemed to be wandering off more and more. It was maddening. As one that could turn into an animagus, this typically meant making excuses to others as to why her twin wasn't around. All Odette hoped for was that her lookalike was not getting into trouble.

Really the lack of her twin's presence was felt even at this hour. No bustle about in Mireille's room, no feminine chatter outside that of the staff. And then the cat who ate the canary sauntered in. And looked to be a mess.

"Where have you been? You look to be an absolute mess." She snipped at her sister while trying to keep her voice in a hush. Wouldn't want to wake anyone that need not be up.