Hettie answered first with a breathy, irritated sigh. She tossed the tattered remains of her parchment to one side and tipped backwards, landing with a distinct whuff amongst her pillows with her long curls gone every which way. Frowning at the ceiling, she searched for an answer.

"I'm fine," wasn't really the answer she wanted to give, but it was true. It wasn't like she'd been done any harm. Not really. "I guess... I just can't stop thinking about what I'd have been doing with the Society, right now. Transfiguring a boat, maybe... learning something new. I'm so bored!"

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