Odette!
It wasn't that Noah was completely incapable of taking care of his children, but he really did not know how to dress little girls for ballet. That was Estella's first hint that something was up with the Boots, so after she showed Noah how to lace up Anna's tiny slippers and how to do a proper little bun, she applied a little bit of her Slytherin pressure on the man. It was easy to break, and while Estella didn't know why Odette was holed up in Drystan Fawcett's house, but she planned to find out.

Drystan's wife did not seem too pleased to have yet another visitor at their rather reclusive home, but she put on a good face when Estella arrived, and being the nice person that she was, Estella had brought over a bottle of wine for the Fawcetts; they were taking care of her best friend, after all. The wine had come from a rather large basket of drinks, crackers, cheeses---all that would be necessary for a rather intimate girls' evening. Estella had not been the one to comfort Odette for a long time, and especially when it had to do with a fight with Noah. The two had such a way of keeping the other in check that it was very surprising to hear that something had caused Odette to leave the home.

"Knock, knock," Estella said, pushing into Odette's room without waiting for an answer.