Sierra went back home... eventually. 

Sure it was taken into a discussion with her friend but ultimately she made the choice; the choice to show her face to the woman who now saw nothing of her. It was just a Christmas, the holiday her friends had made nothing but joyful the last couple of years. 

The house was dark and cold. Her mother did not speak to her unless it was of an urgent matter and her father just gave her soft smiles and touched her hair as he walked by her. But they felt different, they felt like a warning. A warning for her to stay in her lane, to behave. 

Regan never sat next to her sister anymore. Her personality reminded Sierra of her mother, and she started to hate her mother for the sudden change of her little sister.  

"Hey Regan," Sierra whispered as she sat at the family table. Her little sister looked up and looked at her parents who were not paying attention to them.

"Hey." She replied. "I missed you." 

Sierra squeezed her sister's hand under the table and immediately let go as her mother faced her. 

"Sierra, I wanted to talk to you about something." Sierra sat up on her chair, "We are deciding to transfer you to another school. Since it seems that Hogwarts is not as it was before." 

"Another school?"

"We have been aware of the type of creatures they let in that school. It's a shame that school only becomes worse for our kind." 

"Creatures?" Sierra looks at Regan who was now staring blankly at her plate. "Did you tell..."

"About the werewolf in your class, yes she did. Just like she was told to do so." 

Sierra looked at the only man on the table, awaiting some support. But he didn't give any.

 "She's not dangerous." Sierra started to say. 

"She's a menace. A half-blood who believes because she has..." Sierra pushes the table away from her, the chair scratching the wooden floors. "I have not dismissed you." Her mother sneers.

"I am not here to listen to your beliefs that I do not share. Rena is my friend, mother. A half-blood is my best friend." 

The rest of the night, Sierra took the time to decorate her room. She had brought home some banners from her dormitory and pictures she had taken of her friends. The knock outside paused her decorating, as she took a deep breath. 

"Come in," Sierra said as she jumped off her bed and fixed her shirt. The door opens, revealing her mother who looked at her before looking at her new red and gold walls. 

"What have you done?!" 

Sierra didn't sleep that night. She stood against her door, holding a rag by her nose. Her banners and photos were torn to shreds by her feet and her wand thrown outside her room. She mentally cursed her mother. Not because of the wounds nor the bruises that were now decorating her body, but because now she would have to come up with a believable excuse for any of her professors or even her friends to not question what had happened at home. 

"Accio" She whispered and her wand flew back in her hand. She lets out a heavy sigh and looks at the paper around her. 

"Reparo"