The redhead recoiled as though she'd just been slapped or was about to be. The prideful part of her nearly stood up to storm out the door not look back and accept whatever consequence came of it. But, though she was loathe to admit it, Parkinson made a valid point. Compared to people like Lavender or Justin, she did have it "easy". Ha. That was a bit of a laugh.
"Sorry." And this time, she almost meant it as she let her gaze drop to the floor. She stood and crossed the room, letting out an exhausted sounding sigh. She didn't know what to say. Making excuses wasn't going to make her feel better or fix things with Parkinson. She knew the older girl well enough to know how she felt about excuses. So instead she, very carefully and delicately, pulled the covers on the bed up to straighten it out. It was a vague sort of a peace offering, but at least she hadn't left outright, despite the temptation.