Hannah Leigh took a bite of her mashed potatoes. She missed her aunt's stir-fry, her brother Thomas' bad attempts at grilled cheese, her grilled chicken that was usually the only decent thing to eat-
Hannah Leigh James was homesick.

Partly because she knew no one at this table. Partly because her new-found friends were Griffindors.
Partly because it had only been four months since the news.

The news that her parents cruise ship had sunk. There were only three survivors, a family. Why couldn't they have just cast a spell to breath and stay warm in the water? There were muggles all around. Why did they care? Them dying would have been better than the Wizarding World being uprooted.

Hannah hated those answers. They weren't a good enough explanation for why her twenty year old aunt had to take care of seven children. She was going to be homeschooled this year, but when her parents died-

Hannah felt like crying. She looked at the gravy that flowed from her roast beef and sobbed quietly. Her life was not fair.