RP/OWL: In case I forgot to mention it :
Characters: Aurelia Montgomery, Anthony Goldstein
Location: Respective
Date: 11th January, 2000
Status/Warning: Private
Summary: Just to keep you up to date--
Completion: Incomplete
Anthony,
Um, insert niceties here. Because, really, they sound horribly fake when said aloud and I can’t bring myself to seem that two-faced even if the questions are genuine. Just pretend I asked you the usual things? Or make up questions and answers at your leisure. Whichever suits you best, really.
I didn’t tell you, did I? About the letters my parents sent me? Well, letters singular. The first was a Howler and I don’t think that counts. Besides, it was only Mother snapping because of the Yule Gala. She deliberately sent it to Ollivanders’. The woman has little to no sense of decorum. Of course, the moment I picked it up it started shrieking at me about Malfoys…
Aurelia ignored her house-elf as she lingered in the door, wringing her hands because her mistress appeared to be talking to herself. The charmed quill on her bedside table was writing everything dictated to it - actually everything said aloud - so she just talked, not particularly trusting herself to write manually. She’d leave something out, or put something in that shouldn’t be there. Or she would sound stand-offish. Most of that applied to dictating as well, but for some reason it felt more honest. And it was amusing that any pauses or noises that it didn’t understand were automatically turned into an ellipsis. Not to mention the fact it was just easier and she was always fascinated by the way it wrote in her handwriting. It was even going back and using proper punctuation.
And, you know, it’s funny (because I didn’t know this could happen) but now that I’ve been disaffiliated (that was Father’s input; admitting his daughter had done something that somehow warranted disowning was apparently too much to handle) … Yes, my name’s gone grey on the main family tree, so he may as well have disowned me… but obviously this is nowhere near as public. Anyway, I’ve appeared again a few pages later as a Montgomery Founder of sorts. Or maybe I’m just a rogue. Isn’t that bizarre? I actually find it mildly amusing, but then I suppose I would. The whole thing is just so absurd I can’t quite get my head around it. I just can’t see the logic. Especially since Father hasn’t actually disinherited me. Mother did, naturally. I still can’t quite believe they thought I was using the family funds. They honestly have no concept of working. And it’s more than that; they need to get over themselves and accept that I was already living comfortably on my own without their help.
She’d completely forgotten she was talking to a quill and had taken to pacing around the room, absent-mindedly stepping around Kaela as the house-elf turned the page for the quill to continue writing. At least one of them was paying attention. For a second, her reflection caught her eye, and she moved back to sitting on the edge of the bed after glaring at the mirror.
Was I like that? Can you remember? So deeply and, more to the point, overtly obsessed with lineage? I’ll admit to giving a number of people dirty looks, but I’m also fairly certain I was provoked. I can’t recall going out of my way to be a complete insert-appropriate-word-here to anyone unless I was genuinely annoyed. And even then I don’t actually like the majority of the population enough to let them bother me. If I don’t like someone, I just don’t care about their actions enough to be affected by them. So why must my parents react in such a ridiculous manner? They can’t hide behind their principles, because I was brought up to believe the same things.
Glancing over at her letter thus far, Aurelia blinked. That was an awfully long winded way of saying she’d been shunned.
And I really didn’t mean to rant for that long. To cut a long story short - I am now an “independent branch of the family”. It seemed like an important detail to run past you.
On a sort of (but possibly not) lighter note, how is learning to save the world going?
Yours,
Lia
PS. Please excuse my shameless use of the family seal. Annoying my father in ways he could never find out about is far too satisfying. And yes, I am aware that I’m a vindictive witch.
Skim-reading the finished product, Aurelia raised an eyebrow. It had somehow added any inflection in her speech. To think so far she had only used this charm to dictate her notes. After sealing the letter, she jogged up the stairs to find Falx, coaxing the owl from his perch with treats until he agreed to take it.
Anthony was probably going to think she was crazy. And perhaps that charm wasn’t to be used when one needed to vent.
Location: Respective
Date: 11th January, 2000
Status/Warning: Private
Summary: Just to keep you up to date--
Completion: Incomplete
Anthony,
Um, insert niceties here. Because, really, they sound horribly fake when said aloud and I can’t bring myself to seem that two-faced even if the questions are genuine. Just pretend I asked you the usual things? Or make up questions and answers at your leisure. Whichever suits you best, really.
I didn’t tell you, did I? About the letters my parents sent me? Well, letters singular. The first was a Howler and I don’t think that counts. Besides, it was only Mother snapping because of the Yule Gala. She deliberately sent it to Ollivanders’. The woman has little to no sense of decorum. Of course, the moment I picked it up it started shrieking at me about Malfoys…
Aurelia ignored her house-elf as she lingered in the door, wringing her hands because her mistress appeared to be talking to herself. The charmed quill on her bedside table was writing everything dictated to it - actually everything said aloud - so she just talked, not particularly trusting herself to write manually. She’d leave something out, or put something in that shouldn’t be there. Or she would sound stand-offish. Most of that applied to dictating as well, but for some reason it felt more honest. And it was amusing that any pauses or noises that it didn’t understand were automatically turned into an ellipsis. Not to mention the fact it was just easier and she was always fascinated by the way it wrote in her handwriting. It was even going back and using proper punctuation.
And, you know, it’s funny (because I didn’t know this could happen) but now that I’ve been disaffiliated (that was Father’s input; admitting his daughter had done something that somehow warranted disowning was apparently too much to handle) … Yes, my name’s gone grey on the main family tree, so he may as well have disowned me… but obviously this is nowhere near as public. Anyway, I’ve appeared again a few pages later as a Montgomery Founder of sorts. Or maybe I’m just a rogue. Isn’t that bizarre? I actually find it mildly amusing, but then I suppose I would. The whole thing is just so absurd I can’t quite get my head around it. I just can’t see the logic. Especially since Father hasn’t actually disinherited me. Mother did, naturally. I still can’t quite believe they thought I was using the family funds. They honestly have no concept of working. And it’s more than that; they need to get over themselves and accept that I was already living comfortably on my own without their help.
She’d completely forgotten she was talking to a quill and had taken to pacing around the room, absent-mindedly stepping around Kaela as the house-elf turned the page for the quill to continue writing. At least one of them was paying attention. For a second, her reflection caught her eye, and she moved back to sitting on the edge of the bed after glaring at the mirror.
Was I like that? Can you remember? So deeply and, more to the point, overtly obsessed with lineage? I’ll admit to giving a number of people dirty looks, but I’m also fairly certain I was provoked. I can’t recall going out of my way to be a complete insert-appropriate-word-here to anyone unless I was genuinely annoyed. And even then I don’t actually like the majority of the population enough to let them bother me. If I don’t like someone, I just don’t care about their actions enough to be affected by them. So why must my parents react in such a ridiculous manner? They can’t hide behind their principles, because I was brought up to believe the same things.
Glancing over at her letter thus far, Aurelia blinked. That was an awfully long winded way of saying she’d been shunned.
And I really didn’t mean to rant for that long. To cut a long story short - I am now an “independent branch of the family”. It seemed like an important detail to run past you.
On a sort of (but possibly not) lighter note, how is learning to save the world going?
Yours,
Lia
PS. Please excuse my shameless use of the family seal. Annoying my father in ways he could never find out about is far too satisfying. And yes, I am aware that I’m a vindictive witch.
Skim-reading the finished product, Aurelia raised an eyebrow. It had somehow added any inflection in her speech. To think so far she had only used this charm to dictate her notes. After sealing the letter, she jogged up the stairs to find Falx, coaxing the owl from his perch with treats until he agreed to take it.
Anthony was probably going to think she was crazy. And perhaps that charm wasn’t to be used when one needed to vent.