Noelle listened to what her cousin had to say. She smiled softly and stood up. Tucking her hair behind her ear, she leaned forward and hugged her tight. Just really needs a hug. "I saw him on the train. Sabbie is a mess." She meant that in the most adored way possible. Of course.

Noelle took Hope's hand and led her out of her room. She would be in here enough. She needed to be outside. It was where she belonged.

Bursting through the front door, she headed straight to the cousins hideout. The old treehouse. Mum had been delusional about the old tree house and insisted on working her magic on it so it would never.... Fall out of the tree, the way it looked like it would.

Hope and Noelle and even Chris when he was younger, had spent many nights in this treehouse. Scrambling up the boards that were nailed to the tree. She lifted the trapdoor and pulled herself into it. She was sure Hope would be following after shortly.