argie really hated being the youngest of five sisters and the second youngest of six siblings sometimes. It also didn't help that all of the Lamonts were so incredibly different, much to their mother's chagrin. Things had been even tougher for Marjorie lately, though. She hadn't spent the holidays at home this year. She didn't want to have to deal with everyone going at each other's throats without her daddy's calming presence to cool everyone off afterward. The Ravenclaw felt a tear well up as she thought of how her father would never be able to end the girls' squabbles again. It had been six months since he mysteriously died, and Margie still wasn't quite over it. Still, she had realized that she needed to try to follow in her father's footsteps and start bringing peace to the family, even if she didn't necessarily succeed at that with anyone else.
As a result, Margie was outside of her sister's office, wondering whether she should make it known she was there on a personal visit instead of as a student. The blonde opened her mouth to speak, but then closed it. Instead, she knocked on the office door and waited for it to open.
Zen was still getting used to her teaching duties. She wasn't a natural teacher, that had become abundantly clear last term. However, she had to press on - she had to try and make this term more successful. She'd done her own practice over the winter holidays, collecting more notes and trying to take some advice from her fellow staff. She was using this new experience as a sort of distraction, as well, as it meant less time to deal with her familial drama.
She hadn't even gone home for the holidays this year. Granted, she was an adult and it was hardly expected anymore, but the Lamonts had traditions and it was sort of hell on earth for you if you decided to try to break them. However, with the recent loss of their father, it had hardly been a traditional holiday. Zen hadn't wanted to deal with the drama.
So, she'd stayed in the castle. She'd studied up. If any of her family had decided to stay as well, she hardly knew - they'd all sort of withdrawn into themselves after the funeral. She was bad with building connections usually, but the grief had taken the personality trait to a whole new level. She mostly just wanted to be alone.
That plan, however, was shattered when she heard a knock on her door. Really? Did the students already have questions? They had barely started the term. Glaring at the door, Zen half considered not answering, but decided she had to try and be better. Trudging across the room, she swung the door open. To her surprise, the outline of her sister filled her doorway, and she blinked at it. "Oh. Hey. Do you want to...come in?" She asked, stepping back to allow her entrance.