Frankie dropped his leaves back onto the dish. He didn't want to ruin any more of them, or there wouldn't be enough to do the spells properly. "What am I meant to do then?" he asked sharply. "Just... just go around being happy-Frank, just pretending everything is okay, to make everyone else feel better? Because it's not okay. Mum's gone, and it's my fault, and Dad couldn't care less, and even when I try with him I mess it up and make it worse so what's the point?" He hit his knee with his fist; it was less satisfying than he would have liked.