Sometimes, she used Hogsmeade weekends to hand out with her friends, but most of the time she found herself drifting to the shop to see her parents and sisters. There was no guarantee that everyone would be there. Ama and Senna were likely at their own homes, and her father rarely worked in the shop. Even amongst the younger four of her sisters, there was no assurance they would all be there. She rarely wrote home to say when Hogsmeade days were - though all of her family having also attended Hogwarts, they could easily guess if they thought about it - or which of them she would be coming home on. But part of her, for this week, really wished they'd all be here. Yesterday was her birthday after all.

This Saturday she'd slipped in with little fanfare beyond gripping Dahlia in a tight hug once she spotted the other girl at the counter, before putting herself to work. She'd collected the watering can they put beside the counter with the intent of perking up the lilies by the entrance when she spotted Dahlia. Calla thought if she had to pick, that she missed Dahlia the most. Not so much because the two were the closest. She didn't like playing favorites with her sisters, she went to all of them for different things. But Dahlia had always been the most consistent presence. Before this year, the two girls had only not been in the same place for three years of Calla's life. That was the most she could say for any of her sisters. Anyone else who was here she'd see throughout the day as well as paying a visit back home before the day was out.

It was when she was watering the lilies that she felt the hot sting of glass across her skin. She didn't have but a second to ponder why before she was thrown back into a display, the wooden stand crunching and warping under her with the impact. Calla sat, stunned for a moment, blinking slowly. Whatever happened hadn't been enough to cause her to lose consciousness but the pain she was experiencing was enough that she didn't really want to test her luck by trying to get up.

"Dahlia?" Calla croaked, before panicking. She knew she had spoken. It had hurt far too much her to have done nothing, but all she heard was a metallic ringing.