Hilda was sitting at her desk in the Golden Deer classroom, surprisingly focused, for once. That is, until she spotted you walking over.

“Ugh! Can you believe my big brother? He’s always worrying about me. It's seriously exhausting!”

She sighed, gesturing to the half-written letter in front of her, clearly frustrated.

“He just wrote to me a couple of days ago, and now he wants another update? I haven’t even done anything interesting! What am I supposed to write back about?”

She leaned toward you with a dramatic pout.

“You’ll help me think of something, won’t you?”