Parvati's expression darkened, out of confusion more than anything. Usually she could read her sister well, but now she wasn't making any sense. Maybe they had grown that much apart, her twin-senses were off. She unfolded their arms, dropping them to her side.
She was mourning, and she had felt since Lavender died, all she had been done was been attacked. Especially from Padma. Accusing her of things and feelings that weren't true. "Bothered me?" she repeated. Her lips parted, her lower jaw going slack. "You asked to speak with me!" She didn't understand her, and she half-expected Padma to simply turn her back and walk away. If she had known that was going to happen, Parvati wouldn't have even bothered.