Crystal watched Dunstan, wishing she could read what he was thinking, like she could usually have a vague idea of what Acacia was thinking from her expressions, the way she spoke, or moved her body — she couldn't do that with Dunstan. Not anymore, not since there'd apparently been three years where he'd grown and matured.
Not that she was paying enough attention to Acacia to realize what she was thinking at the moment. If she was, she'd be mildly annoyed that Acacia thought that she would be the one who would end up telling someone. Not that Acacia was wrong, things tended to slip out when she was angry.
She knew this wasn't easy on any of them. They'd all woke this morning with a vague sense of normalcy, only to have their world shaken by something that they hadn't thought possible. Dunstan had woken to think nothing was out of the ordinary, that he'd never died.
Crystal had never wished more for her to have been sorted in Ravenclaw. Maybe she would have noticed, then, that there was another second year in her house and that second year was the brother who'd died.
Of course, that was assuming that she was also to be late to breakfast. Which she probably would have been, if her dormmates weren't so damn noisy in the morning.
The Slytherin softly sighed. This was to much for them to properly handle. Between them, especially. Dunstan looked — and sounded — like he wasn't processing this well. Which, really, she should expected. Who would react well to being told that their siblings remembered them dying, that they'd already grieved you death?
She moved to hug her brother, pausing for a slight second as if she were hesitant to touch him in fear that he'd vanish on her — not that he would, Acacia had already gripped his arm and he hadn't disappeared on them. she wrapped her arms around him, belatedly realising that he was some inches taller than she.
"I'm sorry, Dun." whether she was talking about now, telling him what they remembered, or for letting him die before, was unclear.
Not that she was paying enough attention to Acacia to realize what she was thinking at the moment. If she was, she'd be mildly annoyed that Acacia thought that she would be the one who would end up telling someone. Not that Acacia was wrong, things tended to slip out when she was angry.
She knew this wasn't easy on any of them. They'd all woke this morning with a vague sense of normalcy, only to have their world shaken by something that they hadn't thought possible. Dunstan had woken to think nothing was out of the ordinary, that he'd never died.
Crystal had never wished more for her to have been sorted in Ravenclaw. Maybe she would have noticed, then, that there was another second year in her house and that second year was the brother who'd died.
Of course, that was assuming that she was also to be late to breakfast. Which she probably would have been, if her dormmates weren't so damn noisy in the morning.
The Slytherin softly sighed. This was to much for them to properly handle. Between them, especially. Dunstan looked — and sounded — like he wasn't processing this well. Which, really, she should expected. Who would react well to being told that their siblings remembered them dying, that they'd already grieved you death?
She moved to hug her brother, pausing for a slight second as if she were hesitant to touch him in fear that he'd vanish on her — not that he would, Acacia had already gripped his arm and he hadn't disappeared on them. she wrapped her arms around him, belatedly realising that he was some inches taller than she.
"I'm sorry, Dun." whether she was talking about now, telling him what they remembered, or for letting him die before, was unclear.
