Room 308, Sunday Night
Ella settled on her bed with a box from Mandy. It had arrived a few days earlier, but she had saved it until her actual birthday.
It contained a sack full of gooseberry turnovers (with a note saying they were kept fresh by magic), a bracelet made of sparkling blue beads, a sketch of Apple, and a new cookbook that Mandy grudgingly acknowledged in the dedication as "almost as good as my recipes, pet."
She'd also gotten a note from Hattie wishing her stepsister "would grow to be slightly less hideous this year," and a letter from Char with his best wishes and a question about .... well. An old joke, and an improper one at that even if it made her smile.
Her father, she was sure, would remember in a month or so, as he usually did.
But it was a good birthday, and she paged through the cookbook with berry-sticky fingers as she contemplated the art of being 16.
[OOC: Totally open.]
It contained a sack full of gooseberry turnovers (with a note saying they were kept fresh by magic), a bracelet made of sparkling blue beads, a sketch of Apple, and a new cookbook that Mandy grudgingly acknowledged in the dedication as "almost as good as my recipes, pet."
She'd also gotten a note from Hattie wishing her stepsister "would grow to be slightly less hideous this year," and a letter from Char with his best wishes and a question about .... well. An old joke, and an improper one at that even if it made her smile.
Her father, she was sure, would remember in a month or so, as he usually did.
But it was a good birthday, and she paged through the cookbook with berry-sticky fingers as she contemplated the art of being 16.
[OOC: Totally open.]