As Ethel started her diatribe, Althea's mind started to wander - what was going to be served at dinner? Would she finish her homework in time before she went to sleep? What if she spent another sleepless night agonizing over things she couldn't control? - and then when she resumed her selective listening of the conversation, Eleanor was still talking. Amazing. "I wasn't being rude, I was being sincere in my statement. You need to relax before you have a meltdown." What was so hard to understand about that?

Ever-so-merciful, Helga granted her wish, and brought her a distraction in the form of one very peppy, very intense Gryffindor. Charlotte. "Hi Charlotte," she said, a smile forming on her lips. The girl had calmed down a lot from her shrieking days in the Great Hall. And, she was dating Hidalgo, so Althea had given her bonus points for that. "Go with the red," she said before picking up some lip balm to apply to her own lips. "Also, do yourself a favor," she started, not bothering to look at Coretta as she spoke, "stop frowning so much. You're too young for those kinds of wrinkles." See? Helpful. Althea only carried on with the best intentions.