Ariana lay in her bed starring up at the ceiling. Albus was sitting next to her now on the edge of her bed; he was silently brushing her bangs back from her forehead.
"Ariana, you should talk to me." He told her which caused her to roll over crossing her arms tight over her chest. "Please?" He tried rubbing her back.
"No." She said forcefully and then buried her head in a pillow, suddenly he began levitating.
"Ariana, if you refuse to talk to me more than a word at a time could you try focusing your attention on getting me down?" He asked looking down at her.
She rolled onto her back and looked up at him before instantly bursting into tears which caused him to fly across the room, hit the wall and fall onto the floor. "I'm so sorry, Albus!" She said scrambling across the room to make sure he wasn't hurt.
"I'm- I'm okay, just a bruise." He smiled at her and she crossed her arms over her chest.
He put his hand on her should and she scooted close so he could put his arm around her shoulders. She rested her head on his shoulder and he looked at her. "It's not your fault, Ariana, the strongest magic in this world are words and those boys used them-"
"I know, their words hit me the hardest," she sighed smoothing her dress down. They sat in silence for a second and she stood up going over to her door. "Come on, I want to get a slice of bread and jam but I really would rather not stab myself in the adomen with a knife."
"I would, Ariana, but I can't stand up," he said, his legs felt like the jam she wanted to put on her bread and he doubted he could stand.
"Wha- I did it again didn't I?" She sighed. "My apologies,"
"It's fine," he said standing up unsurely. "I think it wore off."
He took a few test steps and then walked to the door as well. "Let's go, I'll help you get your bread."
Usually he would think it was a silly concern but last time she almost sent the knife block flying at herself. He realized early on that this was going to be hard, but he loved his sister. He loved her more than anything and he wanted to do everything for her. He had promised himself that as long as she lived he would always be with her, always do everything she needed or wanted. He would always try and hang the moon for her.