Finn eyed his sister cautiously over his foaming hot butterbeer. Why had she been acting so strange lately? Though he wasn't the cleverest person in the world, he had enough common sense to know when something wasn't quite right.

They had been sitting in silence for a good ten minutes now, both avoiding eye contact with the other and neither wanting to discuss the issue that had brought them to this meeting; Sasha Schlagenweit. Rita Skeeter had been up to her usual prying tricks, but this time she had outdone herself, uncovering a secret that had been kept firmly under cover for fifteen years now.

Finn sighed, accidently blowing some of the foam onto the table. He pulled the sleeve of his cloak further down over his hand and sheepishly wiped it over the foam after unsuccesfully locating a napkin. "We need to talk about this." His voice had startled Ava out of her daydreams. She looked up at him and her eyebrows twitched slightly.

"Talk about what?" The sweetness in her voice was the perfect fakery, a feigning of how oblivious to what was happening around her she wanted to be.

Finn's eyes narrowed at her in a chastising way. "You know what," he emphasised, leaning forward in his chair slightly. "The minor change in our life that is a little - well, not so little any more - brother." It felt like a whole weight had been lifted off his shoulders, now that he had admitted it out loud. He had always wanted a little brother, but not like this. Not finding out he had one that was almost a grown man. Sasha Schlagenweit was not the person he would have guessed to be his brother.

Leaning back in his seat once more almost lazily he watched Ava's facial expression. She didn't flinch once.

"There's nothing to talk about." Her reply was curt and almost dismissive, but Finn knew her too well to think she had brushed it off so easily.

"What's wrong with you?" He asked, sounding a little more like an accusatory statement than a question from a worried brother. His eyebrows pinched together with frustration. "You've been acting weird every time I've seen you, you don't write any more and you avoid contact with me when at all possible." He sighed and shrugged. "I miss my little sister."

There was a glimpse of emotion in the young girl's eyes as she looked up at Finn, though it was quickly washed over by a sea of darkness and secludedness. "There's nothing wrong with me," she snapped angrily as she scooped up her bag and stood up, scraping the wooden chair along the stone floor. Finn quickly followed, reaching a hand out as though to plead with her not to leave. "Just stay out of my business and nobody will get hurt!"

Ava stormed off out of the cafe, slamming the door behind her with Finn staring after her in shock. Nobody will get hurt? Why would anybody get hurt?