Alette was concerened for her mother. In this move, she had expected herself to be the gloomy one. Her mother had seemed so dead set on this move. Alette knew that the woman had gone through a great deal to secure the property and now finally, the day had come. However, it seemed the roles had turned and it was bothering Alette. They couldn't both be miserable and she was finding it difficult to be the positive one in this. Not because she didn't particularly like the place. Hogsmeade was one of her favorite locations in England and the house did have a charm. But any happiness she might have felt was subsided by the fact that she was becoming increasingly worried about her mother. The woman was actually being quiet. That wasn't like her. Annaliese always had something smart to say.
Waking into the home, Alette's eyes began to roam the interior. "It's lovely..." She said before looking back at her mother. "We can start unpacking right now if you like."