Post by Professor O'Conner on Apr 7, 2010 21:46:45 GMT -5
Ashelle got down from the school coach, a letter clutched in her white gloved hand. She had received a letter from Marc informing her of his new job at The Snitch Sanctuary, and she had come down at his request to see how he was doing. The letter read:
Despite his reassurances, Ashelle had immediately become worried. Just how reliable was this Mayor and why would Navara hire Marc knowing that she and he were still friends? Ashelle shook her head as she made her way over to the Snitch Sanctuary.
Those are old thoughts Ashelle, She told herself firmly, and I would appreciate it very much if you would stop thinking like you used to. A Grand of a Triad does not assume that others hold grudges. This was true enough. And even if she wasn't likely to be picked as Aunt Ashelle's heiress, it was still a good thing to remember. It was the Triad Ideal.
As Ashelle approached the shop she felt her feet grow heavier and her pace slacken. She hoped Marc was correct about Navara being gone this week, it was Saturday after all, he might have returned by now. This thought slowed her to almost a standstill but it was too late. The door handle was within reach. Taking a deep breath Ashelle grabbed it and opened the door, dragging her protesting feet inside.
Dear Miss Ashelle,
I am just writing to inform you that I have returned to Drakborough and gotten a job at The Snitch Sanctuary. Don't worry, I have been reassured by the Mayor himself that I will not be molested simply because I am a Lycan.
Mr. Svartblad has been very kind to me and has taught me how to build brooms for him. I am also in charge of watching the shop when he is out of town as he is this week. He is currently delivering the latest orders to the Spanish National team. We have their contract, did you know?
It has been so long since we last spoke, please won't you come down to Drakborough to see me? I have some Galleons now and I can finally pay you back for that sandwich you shared with me all those years ago. Please come out to lunch with me so we can catch up.
Your friend and co-conspirator,
Marc Streampaw
Despite his reassurances, Ashelle had immediately become worried. Just how reliable was this Mayor and why would Navara hire Marc knowing that she and he were still friends? Ashelle shook her head as she made her way over to the Snitch Sanctuary.
Those are old thoughts Ashelle, She told herself firmly, and I would appreciate it very much if you would stop thinking like you used to. A Grand of a Triad does not assume that others hold grudges. This was true enough. And even if she wasn't likely to be picked as Aunt Ashelle's heiress, it was still a good thing to remember. It was the Triad Ideal.
As Ashelle approached the shop she felt her feet grow heavier and her pace slacken. She hoped Marc was correct about Navara being gone this week, it was Saturday after all, he might have returned by now. This thought slowed her to almost a standstill but it was too late. The door handle was within reach. Taking a deep breath Ashelle grabbed it and opened the door, dragging her protesting feet inside.