Stone Circle Hufflepuffs are particularly good finders

As soon as Sunny spoke, Day knew that there would be no reconciliation - not today. The temperance he'd managed to teach his son would find no parallel in his daughter, and while her fire didn't burn him, it still found fuel in his self-righteousness. As long as Sunny continued to take the high road, there could never be peace. Dawn would never accept his calm apologies - Day had begun to wonder if she'd come to see it as indifference. Perhaps she couldn't see that not all love and anger burned as hot as her own?

Sometimes, he couldn't see it, either. Sometimes, all he could see was a boy that thought his father was a failure, and today, he stood stiff and still as his son came to touch noses, exchange scents. And then the boy was leaving, and Dawn's voice rang out hot and loud. He didn't hear the words, but they burned as they flew past him.

The fur along his spine bristled with discomfort.

He turned to follow his daughter home.