Amelie had heard that her sister was back in town, although pretending not to be her sister. She hadn't gone to see her. It's not the first time Moira has run off, and last time she had, she'd torn the family apart. Amelie has had enough fighting with Aoife over the past couple months to last her a lifetime; the last thing she wanted to do was go and get into a fight with her other sister as well. Amelie's always been good at avoiding things, at not letting anything that wasn't perfect affect her. It's a trait she learned from Violet, one she hasn't been particularly keen on getting rid of.

Still, things with Aoife now are mostly okay, even if she's never going to accept Daniel, and she does miss Moira. They haven't felt like a family in forever.

Moira is down by the sea when Amelie finds her, and she can feel herself smiling. Maybe she's already decided to forget about this Marina nonsense and be their sister again. She's watching her as she heads down the beach, the wind whipping her hair around. Amelie sees the spark of magic, feels her heart leap - this is Moira, she's back - until suddenly Moira's face turns dark and confused and all of Amelie's hopes dash.

"It's magic," she says when she reaches her sister, bluntly. "Welcome home."