“True.” Sisse laughed, Alice did have a point. But the point was also a sore one. Cam would never forget Sloane, but Sisse herself was another matter. She had always felt, no matter how safely entwined in her friend’s circle she was, that she was more of an outsider than the rest of them. Bound by the rules and expectations of her mother rather than her own passions. They enjoyed quidditch and she enjoyed her courses and her art.

She might have said something in response then, but Cam turned his attention on them then and the conversation was promptly dropped (if not forgotten) for the time being as they were surrounded by the teasing and joking that had made the Gryffindor common room more of a home to Sisse than even her own family’s parlor.