Chastity happened to be home, incidentally, though she was far from in the best of moods. She was upstairs, pacing back and forth in what had once been some sort of sitting room but was now more of a mess than anything. Tables overturned and broken, stuffing ripped out of chairs, blast marks scorching the wallpapers. She'd needed a way to get out her frustration, and it seemed she'd done so, to a point.
It was the wards that alerted her to Patience's arrival, spells she'd put up to let her know when her sister was in the house. Shoving her wand back into her pocket, she made her way downstairs, following the sounds until she figured out where her sister was. Reaching the dining room, she leaned against the door frame, arms crossed over her chest. "So I guess they let you out of the hospital?"