Ladybug or Ladybird?

Pippa understood the importance of getting this spell right. A voice in the back of her mind reminded her that she’d done it, she’d gotten it right. She couldn’t find any happiness in that notion, though. She knew that if that ever happened for real, a spell wouldn’t reverse it and make everything better again. She’d done it, she’d triumphed over her fear but that meant nothing. She didn’t know how she was supposed to move past something like that. She knew it wasn’t real but she couldn’t shake off the idea that it could happen. She didn’t want to have to deal with that but part of her knew that one day she may have to deal with something as destructive as the idea of her brother’s murder. Pippa didn’t know how she would survive without him. He was her world.

Pippa met the Professor’s gaze and she pulled at the sleeve of her brother’s jumper. She wiped her eyes with it and sniffled, managing to crack a smile. “You would have thought I’d have run out of tears by now,” she joked weakly. “I’m sorry.”