The next day, after spending a night calming down in the Hospital wing, her father comforting her and petting her hair soothingly to lull her to sleep, Tabitha sat down to breakfast with a bandage on her arm, but otherwise unaffected by her attack. She smiled a greeting to her housemates and tucked into breakfast, feeling her father's eyes looking at her. She turned and looked at him as his eyes scanned the students seated there, a blazing fury in his eyes.
She skipped into her father's office after he summoned her at lunchtime and they sat down to eat.
"How are you doing?" he asked her. She finished chewing and looked up at him with a smile.
"I'm much better. How are you feeling?" she asked.
He couldn't help but smile back. "I'm good," he answered, putting a hand on her left shoulder in a very weak half-hug.
"I knew I was gonna be okay when you held me yesterday in the hospital wing," she said.
He smiled again, his heart leaping for joy. He kissed her hair. "I'm glad to hear that. You had me worried when I heard you'd been hurt," he said.
"On the one hand I wish you'd been there to stop it, but I'm glad you weren't because I don't think those students would have lasted long if you had," she said. He chuckled.
"Probably not," he agreed.
They finished their meal and went their separate ways, sharing a hug before they split off from one another as she headed to Defense Against the Dark Arts.