Kendra was reading a book on her bed when a character she loved died. She cried so loud that her family downstairs could hear her. They were used to it, though, so they just went back to what they were doing. Bracken had just arrived to see her, but he wasn't used to her crying, so he ran up the steps three at a time because he was worried.
Once he got to her bedroom, he ran inside without knocking. He saw her lying on her bed with a book and a large pile of dirty tissues. Once he saw this, he knew that something bad had happened in her book.
He walked over to her bed and sat gently on the edge. He knew from experience that when this happens, all she needs in someone to hold her while she cries. He tapped her on the shoulder, and after she looked up and saw him, she threw her arms around his waist and cried into his shoulder.
"Why'd he have to die, Bracken? Why do authors kill off our favorite characters?"
He looked down at the crying blonde girl in his arms, and answered, "Which flowers do we pick?"
She replied, her face changing from confusion to understanding, "The prettiest. You stole that from Dumbledore, didn't you?"
"Yup. I remember you mentioning that you read it awhile ago, so I decided to read all of the books. They're actually quite good."
"I know right? Hermione is awesome!"
They had a long discussion about Harry Potter, which was exactly what Bracken had wanted when he brought it up. He hoped Kendra would stop crying, and he was right. She was too distracted talking about one of her favorite book series to be sad.