“Already? Well, you must be making father proud.” That was a joke, if anything he would have been annoyed. How many times had Vale received howlers shouting at him because of how sloppy he’d been, how if he was to break rules then he should think of the consequences or just eliminate them before taking action. There was always the need to be in control, to think before doing wrong because the only fate worse than failure was to ruin years of family prestige. Appearance was everything, but Vale had never been one to care about what others thought of him; at least not all the time.
His sisters’ homecoming had been a shock. He told himself to pretend it hadn’t happened. Her well being had always been his top priority and her having been away from home, away from the madness that was unravelling around them and within him, was better than getting her sucked in. There were many things he wished to tell her and explain but the young girl he thought he was protecting was no longer there. She was different in ways he couldn’t quite explain but he couldn’t blame her, not after having been away for so long. Still, it was better not to make a fuzz about her being at Hogwarts, not now that he had been second guessing himself, not if it meant that his happiness could place a target on her back.Â
A short lived smile lightened his face as he pictured their father’s disappointment, but it died out quickly. “I suspect you don’t like it here much, I know I don’t and I’ve been here for what feels like an eternity.” He commented as his eyes tried to read her. “What got you in detention?”Â
Madeline shrugged, not even bothering to attempt a smile at his joke. Her father’s opinions didn’t concern her. His love was conditional and therefore, not worth having, in her opinion. Though, as any child does, she still craved it, instinctively, but she was trying to remedy that. With her brother, however, it was different. Different because she didn’t know if it was so much his love for her that had gone away as it was him. It felt like he had vanished, detached. Like their mother’s death had somehow taken him too. But, this was all a theory. Maybe, his love was conditional too and she just wasn’t ready to accept that., but she had to give him the benefit of the doubt. Even if his distance was hurting her. Vale was her brother, the person she’d grown up with, grown up wanting to be like. The one that understood living two lives, but had been a constant in both of hers until recently. “Father is never proud.” There was no joke to her tone, but no bitterness, either. Just detachment.
Maybe it ran in the family.
The smile that seemed to almost flicker across his face, it was so short lived, spawned hope inside of her, if only for an instant. It was like a spark of the past flashing through to the present. She swallowed the thickness that crept into her throat, livening up, if only slightly through the flash of vulnerability that showed on her features. As quick as it came, however, it disappeared, almost as if a trick of light had caused it. Madeline shrugged, “The court’s still out,” and it was. It majorly depended on him, though, to be honest. All Maddie wanted, if she couldn’t go back to Durmstrang, was to have her brother back. “I used a rowboat to cross the Black Lake when I got off the train.” She explained. The train, the brunette didn’t have to add, that she wasn’t meant to ride in the first place. “I may have enlisted Gabrie’s help in getting me a boat.” Help that the girl wouldn’t have given without a little push in the right direction, but she kind of hoped vale would know that. Hoped that he’d get angry at her for using the methods she did, for risking getting caught. Or that he’d be upset that she didn’t ask him. It really didn’t matter how he reacted, just that he did in a way that showed that he still did care for her. “Apparently, stealing a boat is frowned upon. As is arriving unannounced. They said it was something about a safety issue.” And when she’d told McGonagall, with all the tact of a young pureblood lady, not to get her panties in a twist over such small misunderstandings, she’d all but signed herself up for that detention. Of course, asking about who the dark arts teacher was hadn’t much helped her case, either, which was why she’d done it so early on in her welcome meeting.