Erin settled in the chair with a sigh, figuring that arguing would only make it worse. She folded her arms and stared sullenly at the floor, waiting for Anemone to return with the school nurse. She didn't know what the woman would be able to do for her, as nothing had ever been able to cure her stammer. It was certainly related to a panic attack, the stammering jumble of her words was brought on by nerves and stress when certain topics were mentioned. Certain topics that brushed on her past that she worked so hard to keep secret.

Not that it was even her own past, really. She was the same age as Harry Potter--she'd been just an infant when her father had been defeated. Killed, she told herself. She only managed her day to day life by reminding herself that he was dead and would never be able to pop up out of nowhere to bother her. Her own father had become the boogie man in her mind, and when she'd first gone to Beauxbatons she'd even had nightmares of him coming to life and coming for her.

She looked up at the boy and managed a very awkward smile for him. She didn't feel like smiling, and it certainly showed on her face. But...she would try. She was trying to calm herself down, but it was exceptionally difficult when she was so wound up with the stress of anticipating what would happen when Madame Pomfrey came to check on her. What if the woman was an old woman who had been with the school a long time...who would recognise her as being related to her father? The thought sent chills down her spine, and she shuddered with the fear of it.

Erin's head snapped around to look at the doors when Anemone burst in with the nurse, and she shuddered again, closing her eyes. "I'm f-f-f-fine....leave me al-l-l-lone. It's j-j-j-j-just a st-t-t-t-t-tamm-m-m-m-mer." She'd spent the whole time waiting for them to arrive just stewing in her fears and her worries, everything tumbling over itself and getting more and more upsetting until their arrival had shaken her out of it.