Family was utterly important to Acacia. Always has been. So getting to see her brother again was utterly wonderful. It had been a shock. Something to get used to. But she was getting there. This sort of thing was going to take time.

He was different. More grown up, as was to be expected. More mature, and even a bit more wise. Acacia had always seen Dunstan as being a Hufflepuff. But there he was, in his house. It was utterly fascinating to the older Ravenclaw. To see what she never thought she would.

Walking out into the back yard, she approached him and sat down on the bench. "What is on your mind, Dunstan?"