Post by Morgan Pendragon on Dec 10, 2007 23:44:58 GMT -5
Morgan read the letter, gaped and read it again. There were several things about it that shocked her. First and most especially, that it was written by her mother. Morgan had not talked or written to Morticia for nearly two years. She'd even directed the school to send her supply list and exam results to her aunt and uncle's home. The fact that Morticia Alexandria Gywnevyre Porscha Le Hughes Pendragon had sent her poor and misguided (in Morticia's opinion anyway) daughter a letter simply floored the fair-haired girl.
Mondleid had delivered it this morning at breakfast. Thinking it only a reply to the letter she'd sent her Aunt, she stuffed it in her bag to read later. She probably would have read it later tonight, but, when she'd come into the greenhouses on one of her free periods, to learn what she could about the plants, seeing as how there had never been any Herbology lessons whatsoever, she'd accidentally dropped the bag. While she'd been gathering her belongings, she'd noticed the letter, and decided that now was as good a time as any.
It said:
Dear Morgana,
I hope you are doing well at school, your aunt has kindly been keeping me informed of your activities there. (Morgan could believe that, Morticia could convince anyone of anything, and Auntie Adelle was probably just sad to see a mother not communicating with her child.) Your father and I were most pleased to hear that you made Prefect. (Of course, more prestige for the Pendragon name. Forget the fact that she had earned it on her own.) We hope that you are happy at school, and are also delighted to note that you have maintained grades near the top of your class. We hope that your academic interests and your responsibilities as Prefect might take precedence over your athletic endeavors during these last few, critical years of schooling. (Or, 'Don't you dare become a professional Quidditch player.' Morticia had never cared for sports.)
Adelle has told me something about your friends there. While some of them seem suitable for someone of your pedigree and heritage, (Lurielle, Ashelle, Lucre, Vic, maybe even Gwen and Shadow, since they had famous ancestors.) some of them might not be the sort that someone of your upbringing should be getting too friendly with. (Morticia hated muggle-borns, even to the degree that when Morticia's own sister had married one, she'd had her removed from their father's will.) We missed you at Christmas last year (the neighbors had noticed.) and we hope that you'll consider joining us this year. (Actually, she had more fun when she stayed at school.)
One more thing before I end, dear. (This couldn't be good, her mother was calling her 'dear'.) You've shown such wonderful progress and growth at Firefox, (This was definitely bad.) and even though you may have strayed somewhat from the path I had hoped you'd travel, I think that it has done you a lot of good. (bad, bad, bad) With this in mind, your father and I have decided that not only will we stop protesting your presence there, we will be sending your sister to join you. (WHAT! No! Gwyn could -not- come to Firefox. That was beyond bad.) We think you could both stand to learn something from the other.
All My Love,
Mother
No, no, no, no, no! This could not, would not happen. Morgan wouldn't allow it. She'd...she'd...tell the headmaster not to admit her sister. No, he wouldn't refuse a student without reason. She'd beg and plead for her mother to let Gwyn continue her independent studies at home. That wouldn't work either, once her mother had made up her mind about something... The best Morgan could hope for was that Gwyn wanted as little to do with Morgan as Morgan wanted to do with her.
Mondleid had delivered it this morning at breakfast. Thinking it only a reply to the letter she'd sent her Aunt, she stuffed it in her bag to read later. She probably would have read it later tonight, but, when she'd come into the greenhouses on one of her free periods, to learn what she could about the plants, seeing as how there had never been any Herbology lessons whatsoever, she'd accidentally dropped the bag. While she'd been gathering her belongings, she'd noticed the letter, and decided that now was as good a time as any.
It said:
Dear Morgana,
I hope you are doing well at school, your aunt has kindly been keeping me informed of your activities there. (Morgan could believe that, Morticia could convince anyone of anything, and Auntie Adelle was probably just sad to see a mother not communicating with her child.) Your father and I were most pleased to hear that you made Prefect. (Of course, more prestige for the Pendragon name. Forget the fact that she had earned it on her own.) We hope that you are happy at school, and are also delighted to note that you have maintained grades near the top of your class. We hope that your academic interests and your responsibilities as Prefect might take precedence over your athletic endeavors during these last few, critical years of schooling. (Or, 'Don't you dare become a professional Quidditch player.' Morticia had never cared for sports.)
Adelle has told me something about your friends there. While some of them seem suitable for someone of your pedigree and heritage, (Lurielle, Ashelle, Lucre, Vic, maybe even Gwen and Shadow, since they had famous ancestors.) some of them might not be the sort that someone of your upbringing should be getting too friendly with. (Morticia hated muggle-borns, even to the degree that when Morticia's own sister had married one, she'd had her removed from their father's will.) We missed you at Christmas last year (the neighbors had noticed.) and we hope that you'll consider joining us this year. (Actually, she had more fun when she stayed at school.)
One more thing before I end, dear. (This couldn't be good, her mother was calling her 'dear'.) You've shown such wonderful progress and growth at Firefox, (This was definitely bad.) and even though you may have strayed somewhat from the path I had hoped you'd travel, I think that it has done you a lot of good. (bad, bad, bad) With this in mind, your father and I have decided that not only will we stop protesting your presence there, we will be sending your sister to join you. (WHAT! No! Gwyn could -not- come to Firefox. That was beyond bad.) We think you could both stand to learn something from the other.
All My Love,
Mother
No, no, no, no, no! This could not, would not happen. Morgan wouldn't allow it. She'd...she'd...tell the headmaster not to admit her sister. No, he wouldn't refuse a student without reason. She'd beg and plead for her mother to let Gwyn continue her independent studies at home. That wouldn't work either, once her mother had made up her mind about something... The best Morgan could hope for was that Gwyn wanted as little to do with Morgan as Morgan wanted to do with her.