Lola wanted to respond to her brother, remind him if the many times he'd definitely made her feel like he had ill feelings toward her. All the times he dug deeper into the wounds make by his mother, or creating new ones himself. Or maybe how the small piece of childhood wonder she had left wanted him to be the big brother that stood for her the way their father had for him when she was the apple of her mother's eye. Yet she didn't get time to utter a word of it before Esme Leighton walked into the dining hall. 

Her mother didnt waste a moment before going straight for Lola's throat. [color=LavenderBlush]"Just putting my books away before dinner, mother,"[/color] Lola mumbles, holding her textbooks tight to her chest. She'd be lying if she said her mother didn't scare her, not in the way ghosts or scary movies did but in a way she knew her mother could still shatter her heart into a million different pieces. [color=LavenderBlush]"Or do you have a problem with that too, your highness,"[/color] she follows up sarcastically.