an impressive amount of flatness in her voice. "I've seen her before from when my brother went to Hogwarts. You dress just like her." She then turned to me, raking her eyes over me. It felt like I was being violated in some way, like Lavender could see my insides.
"You look exactly like your mum." She tore aside my skin to reach my heart, squeezing it tight. Did I want to look like my mother? "No offense. She really was quite pretty before the whole...well, you know."

"The whole what?" Creeped out of my dry mouth, tongue feeling thick and heavy. "What happened."

"You don't know?" Mild mannered Cassie reeled back, her eyes widening beneath her thick glasses. Her knitting had been set down for this occasion.

"Erm, well it's not really my place to tell you." Lavender said slowly before returning to her louder persona. "Wouldn't want to be known as the gossip, you know." She slunk backwards, sliding out of the compartment in an awful hurry. "See you dolls later!"

I kept quiet, not wanting to disturb the already razzed up Cassie. Although one repetitive thought circled through my mind just like the wheels of the train sped across the tracks.

"What did my mother do?"