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"Cecilia Grace Jacobs, would you come here for a moment?"
The voice screeched through Cecilia's ears as she stopped short. Her hand lingered on the post of the staircase as she turned on her heel to look at where the voice had come from. The voice that could only belong to her mother. Wilhemina Jaocbs stood in the foyer, dressed impeccably, as she always was. Her hands were on her hips and her perfectly manicured eyebrows were furrowed slightly. She had a look of pure distaste on her face.
"What are you wearing?" Wilhemina asked, suddenly distracted by the outfit her daughter was wearing. She stepped forward and immediately tugged at the pretty floral dress Cecilia had thrown on.
"You look like some kind of street walker, Cecilia," Wilhemina snapped. "This is too short and too tight. Go change."
Cecilia's brows furrowed and she stepped away from her mother. She hated when her mother did this. Wilhemina dressed far cheaper than Cecilia would ever dream. She could only imagine her mother was jealous Cecilia looked better. She waved her hands in front of her and went back to the front door.
"Mum, what is it that you want? I'm sort of in a hurry," Cecilia managed to say without much bite to her voice.
"Your father and I are going out of town this week. We'll be back next Monday," Wilhemina said, though she never took her eyes from her daughter's outfit. "The house elves have been told what will and will not happen while we're gone."
Cecilia rolled her eyes. The house elves always liked Cecilia better. If she wanted to get around the rule, she would find a way.
"Is that it?" Cecilia asked, not bothering to ask where they were going this time.
"That is it," Wilhemina said, as she finally stepped away. "Now go and change."
The voice screeched through Cecilia's ears as she stopped short. Her hand lingered on the post of the staircase as she turned on her heel to look at where the voice had come from. The voice that could only belong to her mother. Wilhemina Jaocbs stood in the foyer, dressed impeccably, as she always was. Her hands were on her hips and her perfectly manicured eyebrows were furrowed slightly. She had a look of pure distaste on her face.
"What are you wearing?" Wilhemina asked, suddenly distracted by the outfit her daughter was wearing. She stepped forward and immediately tugged at the pretty floral dress Cecilia had thrown on.
"You look like some kind of street walker, Cecilia," Wilhemina snapped. "This is too short and too tight. Go change."
Cecilia's brows furrowed and she stepped away from her mother. She hated when her mother did this. Wilhemina dressed far cheaper than Cecilia would ever dream. She could only imagine her mother was jealous Cecilia looked better. She waved her hands in front of her and went back to the front door.
"Mum, what is it that you want? I'm sort of in a hurry," Cecilia managed to say without much bite to her voice.
"Your father and I are going out of town this week. We'll be back next Monday," Wilhemina said, though she never took her eyes from her daughter's outfit. "The house elves have been told what will and will not happen while we're gone."
Cecilia rolled her eyes. The house elves always liked Cecilia better. If she wanted to get around the rule, she would find a way.
"Is that it?" Cecilia asked, not bothering to ask where they were going this time.
"That is it," Wilhemina said, as she finally stepped away. "Now go and change."