"I doubt that my own wardrobe will require much change," Clementine offered as she entered the room, having caught the subject of conversation from the corridor, "but I do hope that I might prevail upon you for some new ribbons, Brother?"

It was, if one thought about it, Hogwarts students who suffered the least in mourning; a black armband largely blended into the black robes students already wore. She was no Verity, primed and ready to be launched upon society, nor a Grace, waiting in the wings for a similar catapulting. She was quite happy to let her elder sisters have the pretty gowns—and the limelight!—at least for now.

Her small collection of purchases tucked away in the room she shared with Grace for now, Clementine had made her way downstairs to join the family properly, happy to see them though less thrilled about the occasion. It was a relief, to see them talking about clothes rather than reminiscing over the father Clementine missed dearly, and she moved to sit in an available armchair.