There was a line one he scratched, poked, and spat at. But this had pushed it. It had him jumping over and doing a little dance. She was angry and hurt and tired of his acting of innocence. It wasn't appreciated. It hurt.

She wanted him to leave. For mother to send him away to where somone would fix him. But she would settle for him hiding in his bedroom for an hour or two. She put the pie on the counter for a maid to fetch.

"What do you think your words do, Saxon? They hurt. Of course I never forgot him. I knew him longer than you anyway. Mother would never forget him. We wouldn't do that. And for you to say such a thing?" She shook her head as she stared at the stupid pie.

Looking back at him, she shook her head. "This has to stop. He's not there. Remember that resort? The one with the ghost for an owner? Everyone sees him. Everyone sees the ghosts of Hogwarts. I just don't understand why you put the rest of us through this nonsense. Just go away Saxon."