Nothing unusual had happened as of the morning. The letters were not at the front of Acacia's mind as she went about her morning to get ready for classes. It wasn't a morning that needed much in way of conversation, which she was fine with if she were to be honest. A quiet day meant no drama, and it seemed like it would be that sort of a day. Perhaps she would paint today.

Having headed to the Great Hall, she hadn't been looking for anything out of the ordinary. Focused on her discussion with a fellow seventh year ravenclaw girl in regards to some homework. She had even sat down and was beginning to get her own food together. Looked from choice to choice, grabbed some tea, and as her eyes wandered she saw him. Tea cup handle in her hand, her eyes widening, her grip loosening, it was only the luck of one of her friends taking notice that they grabbed the cup before it slipped from her grip completely.

In all honesty, Acacia couldn't hear a word of wondering as to what was wrong. What? What had just upset her so abruptly? She remembered the tiger sinking its claws into her brother. But... that was him there. A little older, sure. But him. How was that possible? Suddenly Chrysanta was by her side and she looked up with her startled expression. No amount of words seemed to want to leave her lips. She looked to her younger sister for any kind of help in the matter.