Miss Lestrange hadn't actually been as stern and unapproachable as Hesper had expected but she was still relieved when she left for bed. Her relief was short-lived when Flora started asking questions. Her face fell and she suddenly looked very dour. It wasn't that she was insecure about the truth - not with Flora at least - but she didn't really want to talk about it. Not right now anyway, she was already fixating on the inevitable end of the school year and the subsequent return to her aunt's care. Talking about it would just make her feel worse and she didn't think she could bear it if she started crying.
"I live with my Great Aunt Jessmine, yes." She chewed her bottom lip for a second. Flora wasn't supposed to have asked her questions like that, she hadn't thought for a second that it would be a possibility! "I'm... I'm not actually writing to my great aunt. I'm really writing to my... parents." At the last second she'd steered herself into another lie but her dead parents everyone knew about were less likely to be of interest than her sister.
"I live with my Great Aunt Jessmine, yes." She chewed her bottom lip for a second. Flora wasn't supposed to have asked her questions like that, she hadn't thought for a second that it would be a possibility! "I'm... I'm not actually writing to my great aunt. I'm really writing to my... parents." At the last second she'd steered herself into another lie but her dead parents everyone knew about were less likely to be of interest than her sister.
