Why do you want what belongs to me?

As she retreated to her chamber with Sirius following closely behind, Gwyneth remained silent, too exhausted to engage in their usual verbal sparring. Interestingly, amidst all the chaos, she realized she felt no emotional connection to Atticus, a stark contrast to the tangled guilt she felt towards Albert.

In actuality, she was happier than shocked.

She kicked off her shoes, and crawled into her bed, pulling the duvet over her head.

"Would you like a massage?" Sirius asked, staring at her.

"No." She groaned, closing her eyes shut. "Please stay away. You are leech."

Sirius pursed his lips. "It's not even nighttime yet."

"And who is to blame for my current state?" She asked and flicked open one eye to meet his. "Go away!"

Sirius said nothing nor did he obey her. Instead, he sat on the bed's edge, still staring at her.

"What did he say to you? It's clear that you are bothered."