Jolie hadn't been surprised when her younger sister showed up late, and covered in flour. She had been, in all honesty, relieved that Sybille had decided to join them at all. Even though they didn't get along, she hadn't wanted her younger sister to make a bad impression on their new family.

It was the first Christmas meal with Lucille and Mr. Nott. She wasn't going to say anything about the state of Sybille's clothes, at least until Avril's bastard of a husband said something.

He was bastard because of his comment about her sister's clothes, not for any other reason. As far as she knew, anyway. She turned her eyes to him and glared.

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