"How was school?" Raine called, looking up from polishing their Viola and smiling gently. Their smile fell when they saw the little burn on your cheek, and your black eye. "What happened?" They vanished their instrument and held your face in their hands, frowning.

"Did you get into a fight? Did a class go wrong?" Your parent could be a little bit protective sometimes.

They stood up and grabbed their phone, "I'm calling Bump, let me get you some ice from the fridge!" Before you could protest they were already in the kitchen filling a bag with ice and dialing the school. They'd noticed you coming home hurt more often than usual for Hexside, and they were getting fed up with not knowing what's going on.