Father certainly was trying hard. Always had. Even as a level-headed man, he always seemed a bit flustered by his children. And with two young step-children to come, along with any others he and Naomi would have, it did seem to leave him trying to make everything comfortable for all involved. New clothes, when Acacia constantly insists that charming the old ones would be just fine. Trying to arrange family dinners more often than normal, much to grandmother's distain and grandfather's delight.

To be called yet another nickname made the older sibling scrunch her nose. She hated nicknames, refused to call any of her siblings by theirs. Much to Chrysanta's annoyance, she was sure. But she made no comment, for this wasn't the time. She could always complain later. "Goodness me, we'll be lucky if that's all she does. I heard she threatened to bite someone again." She muttered, shaking her head. Of course, it was usually sarcastically, but every time nearly left Acacia fainting left and right from stress alone. The Slytherin was certainly a bold young woman. All Acacia could hope for was, at the very least, a respectable marriage and leave it at that.