Chuckling softly, Juliet nodded. "Yeah, that's the family joke. Peter and Violet are the biological Notts, but Thad and I are the ones that look it." It was also known in the family but rarely discussed that Vi looked an awful lot like their grandmother, a woman no one sane would want to be compared to, but she was a beauty, that was for sure. "Oh, love, I'm so sorry. That's got to be difficult to navigate," she said gently. She couldn't imagine having family that hated you were magical. She was so often thankful for being a witch, even if she was plenty comfortable in the muggle world.
She wanted to reach across the table and rest her hand on Rori's arm, to give her that simple, tactile show of support, but she held back. Especially with the current topic, she just knew that physical contact would overwhelm her senses, and she didn't want that just then. "Oh, you don't seem so terrible at conversation to me," she reassured her verbally instead.
"It'll be lovely," she promised, feeling fairly confident that it was safe to do so. She just had the Sense that Rori was going to get on quite well with Athena and Hailey.