Irene took a seat at the Pecari table, her letter still clutched in her hand. She was surprised te people around her didn't back away, feeling the rage eminating from her. Irene turned her attention back to the letter, not that she needed to. She had read it, what, ten times already?
Dear Irene, First warning sign. Uncle Mike had used her first name rather than her nickname: Nini.
How's it going? I hope things are well... Proper grammar. Sign number two. All that was left was the news he had to break.
I bet you're dominating the Quidditch Pitch! But anyways, the real reason that I'm writing...
Irene blinked a few times and bit her lip. She knew what was coming. She had already read it. But that didn't make it any less... what's the word? Gloomy? No, disappointing.
Your Dad's been paying us a few visits these past few weeks. I'm trying to tell him you're with his mother, but he's not believing me. I know this is going to upset you, but I need you to stay at school for the midterm. I'm sorry but we can't risk having you here. You know that.
I'm really sorry, Nini. I'll see you in the summer.
Love, Uncle Mike
PS- Renaye says hi.
Irene swiped at her eyes angrily, reminding herself that she was in Cascade Hall and not her safe dorm. She tried not to think about it. She didn't want to think about how angry she was that she couldn't be in the place she missed most for the holiday she loved most. Keeping her away wasn't going to stop her stupid father from looking for her!
Irene crumpled the letter and shoved it in her pocket, looking around for the potatoes. As she looked around, she noticed someone staring at her. She really wasn't in the mood at the moment...