Alicia closed the door behind the two with a great amount of force, so much so that it made the pictures on the wall, half of them turned around so one couldn’t see the actual picture but instead the back of the frame, shake and the one nearest the door fell to the ground. It was sort of satisfying to hear the frame’s glass shatter. Alicia, determined to not look at them until she could get a grip on the tears, pulled her wand out and flicked it upwards. The glass slid into a neat pile on top of the frame, but it did not mend itself like she had intended it to. She shoved her wand back in her pocket, turning to face them finally.
When Oliver went to hug her, she held onto him tightly, glad to feel like she wasn’t alone for the first time today. Tears continued to flow down her cheeks and now onto his shirt. So much for the little control she had had over of them.
“I d-don’t kn-now,” Alicia stammered, sniffling. Her voice was choked and watery. “But why K-katie? W-what’d she ever do?”