Flora smiled at Miss Lestrange, not because she was particularly grateful, but because she thought the points might get revoked if she didn't show a smidge of gratitude. It was certainly better than getting points taken away for being a few minutes late—if Miss Lestrange would have even considered such an action. She didn't seem like the type who enjoyed losing.
"Yes, I know our studies can weigh on our minds," she said, gently patting the younger girl's arm in a way she hoped would prove comforting. Flora had never been much of a comforter; she was used to being the comforted as the youngest child in her household, but she was sure she could mimic some of her Mama's tactics. "I'm sure Madam Sykes keeps a few fresh brews as well. Unless Miss Lestrange could be obliged, that is," she said with raised brows in the older girl's direction.
"Yes, I know our studies can weigh on our minds," she said, gently patting the younger girl's arm in a way she hoped would prove comforting. Flora had never been much of a comforter; she was used to being the comforted as the youngest child in her household, but she was sure she could mimic some of her Mama's tactics. "I'm sure Madam Sykes keeps a few fresh brews as well. Unless Miss Lestrange could be obliged, that is," she said with raised brows in the older girl's direction.
