Wilhelmina can remember the day like it was yesterday though it had already been several months since it had happened – She had been laying on her bed, her feet perched up against one of the banisters of the four-poster bed she had always occupied – she was listening to Samara talk about Blaise, how he had broken their betrothment, how he wasn’t speaking to her and Willa can remember feeling as if her heart was breaking for her sister, confusion written all over her face. She wasn’t sure why Blaise was doing this, but she didn’t like it and she was going to figure it out. The door had swung open, interrupting the two girls which had already alerted Willa that something was wrong, the Carstairs had always been firm believers in knocking and giving their children privacy. Willa sat up in her bed, her mother’s face that resembled so much her own was expressionless, but she could see that her mascara was smudged in the corner of her eyes and she looked tired, terribly tired and empty a feeling that Willa would soon experience as well. “Mathias –” her mother had taken a deep breath before continuing and now Willa was staring at her mother even more intently, she had an uneasiness in her which she had related to what was happening with Sam, but she soon realized it was for a different reason altogether, “he was killed.”There was nothing that could have prepared Willa for the emptiness that took over her body, the way she suddenly felt lifeless, frozen. She couldn’t even cry, she just stared at her mother blankly – there had to be a mistake. But Willa knew there wasn’t. Her brother was gone, her other best friend, her confidant, the leader of their tribe, he was simply gone. The tears didn’t start falling from her eyes until they focused on the quidditch tickets that sat on the vanity – the three gold-lined tickets that the three siblings had desperately begged their mother to get.