Breakfast was an interesting affair to say the least. From our seat, we could watch the muggles meander past, going about their days completely unaware of our presence. The tea room was decorated darker than most of the ship, being adapted to the tastes of wizards. Where most of the ship beheld regal reds and soft gold, the wizarding sections boast a deep, bruise like purple. We had no maids nor waiters here, but rather the pots of tea and chinaware floated through the air as if carried by ghosts.

I sat with Dorothea, the two of us smirking at each other between sips of tea as if there had never been any distance between us. We were thick as thieves once again. Meanwhile our mother and father sat opposite, still as statues. Their features seemed harsher than usual, which was truly saying something. They had barely spoke a word since we had taken our seats.

"Is something the matter mother?" I asked, still smirking like the cat that had got the cream. I was in rather good spirits that morning "You have been silent all breakfast"

"I'm not ill, but I am disgusted" Her hand began to shake as she placed her rattling china down to rest "Whilst dressing for this morning, the Daily Prophet was brought in by that serving girl, Nancy or whatever. Apparently, my daughter is the talk of the ship. What with her late night escapades and cavorting with strangers"

I almost choked on my tea. Poor Dorothea looked almost as uncomfortable as I did, and both I and my sister exchanged a glance. She couldn't save me however and I could not think of anything I could say to help myself.

"I don't want excuses, I don't even care for explanations" my mother spat "But I will not have my daughter behaving like some harlot. You think you know what you want, you delude yourself with daydreams and ideals. You're a fool and it's time to grow up, no daughter of mine will behave like a common whore"

"I am no whore mother" I whispered, becoming very aware of the glances from the tables nearest to us "I have done nothing to warrant such an attack"

"Liar" my mother snapped "You're a filthy and disgusting liar. You have been a burden to this family since the day you arrived. You best hope Victor has not heard of this. The sooner you are married off and become some poor man's trouble, the better"

My fingers twitched for my wand. It sat heavy in my purse, ready for a great number of curses that my mother so readily deserved. I wanted to make her hurt, like her words hurt me. Though why they hurt still confused me. After all my mother had never been what anyone could call affectionate. I had always been painfully aware of how she viewed me. Though she had never said it out loud before.

I felt Dorothea's soft hand fold over mine, offering me reassurance and prying my fingers from the clenched fist. The remainder of breakfast was met with silence and the refusal to make eye contact.

However I had not been lucky enough to have Victor remain unaware. Whilst we drank our tea and dined on warm, buttery crumpets, he was storming through the ship like an oncoming storm. He pushed his way through doors, the wood slamming loudly against the frames whilst Victor boldly walked down corridors. He didn't even care that muggles saw him carrying a wand, though to them they probably believed it was nothing more than a finely polished stick.

He looked absurdly out of place in third class. He earned many a sideward glance from the other passengers. Especially when he proceeded to hammer on room 0301. His knuckles rapped away at such force that when the door at last opened, Victor's fingers were bloody and left traces of red on Charlie's shirt as Victor pushed him back into the room. Charlie was caught by surprise and didn't have a chance to recover before a punch collided with his jaw, knocking him backward onto his roommate's empty bed.

"Incarcerous!" Ropes shot from the tip of Victor's wand and wrapped around Charlies, binding his arms, chest and legs like a boa constrictor. Charlie face stared up in confusion and, though he wouldn't like to admit it, fear. "She didn't tell you everything did her! This is what we are, this is why I will always be superior to you! So you can understand why I don't want some little shit, from third class none the less, making a mockery of me!"

Victor sneered down at Charlie's frayed clothing and his untidy, red hair. He still couldn't understand why I could choose anyone other than him, clearly he had never actually met himself. To this day I don't know what Victor did to Charlie in that room. I think I am happier not knowing.

However, after lunch I decided it was time Dorothea met Charlie. He needed to be warned that Victor knew we had met again, that he was a dangerous man and we needed to figure out some kind of plan for us. We needed to be a lot sneakier in the future. Dorothea was like a puppy on the way down to see her, she practically skipped down the steps. I, on the other hand, was oddly nervous about introducing Charlie to my sister.

Arriving in the third class corridor we took our time, reading the names outside each door to try and find the right chamber. Halfway down though we spotted room 0301, with its door ajar. A horrible unease settled over me and pushing the door aside I collapsed to my knees.

I had never seen so much blood.