It hadn’t taken Sybille long to locate Mrs. Yates near the servants stairs helping the footmen prepare for the next course. The woman had taken one look at her, whipped out her wand, and sent Sybille back to the meal much more respectable.

However, Sybille, realized as she stood outside the doors to the dining room, it was much more difficult to enter again after such a scene had been made. It almost made Sybille want to cry. But then all her family would see was the little girl they still thought she was and she was determined to make sure they saw who she had grown into. Steeling herself, Sybille stepped back into the room, chin up, not looking at anyone and headed to her seat as dignified as her twelve year old frame could be. This time hopefully no one would make any further remarks.