"Ever what?" Florence asked curiously as Jay cut himself off. She wasn't sure what was up with him but she didn't feel comfortable just traipsing back to Hogsmeade. Perhaps she would sleep in her childhood room tonight. At the very least so she could be sure he had a good breakfast the next day.

"No one is expecting you to be," Florence assured. "You have your own area of strength, we all do. What's brought all this about?" She was glad that Jay was nothing like their father figure. Much as she adored him she was also aware that he had not been a particularly good man. He had given an abandoned four year old a home but she had not gone to Hogwarts and she had been raised to be con artist. Florence was aware that this wasn't exactly a good thing but it was what she knew.