"Darling?"

The door opened, the curtains of your room flying with the force of the wind. Cora walked in, sitting down on your bed and folded her hands in her lap, her hair done up like usual as she closed the door, seeing how grumpy and irritated you were at the moment, which usually only meant one thing; either you or Violet had started a fight, and it had ended with both of you walking off and slamming your doors (collectively). But while Violet had probably already found someone to talk to about it, you would sit in your room and wait till dinner.

"Darling, did you and your grandmother fight again?"