“Stupid Seulgi Kang,” Irene muttered angrily.

    Seulgi looked at her incredulously, “I’m right here, y’know.”

    Irene nodded stiffly, but said nothing.

    “Just stick close,” Seulgi grasped Irene’s fidgeting fingers, “don’t leave my side.”

Turmoil

    “Listen, you can’t go into that thinking you can dominate the field, Irene,” Tenebrus spat, “no way am I letting my daughter get into this mess.  You stay away from them, y’hear me?”

    Irene clenched her fists angrily, “You can’t just all of the sudden tell me what to do, father!  Where were you for the last six years?!  Chatting up other students?  Catching up with friends?  Playing a friendly game of Quidditch?!  Where was the time you were supposed to leave for me?”

    Tenebrus’s resolve softened.  “Honey, it’s dangerous.”

    “And you mean to tell me that Seulgi is better prepared for this than I am?”

    “No, I--”

    Seulgi winced as Irene finally snapped.  “It’s always Seulgi this and Seulgi that.  If you love her so much, why don’t you just call her your daughter instead?!”

“I’m doing it, and that’s final.”