pureflight (pureflight) wrote in breaking_point, @ 2010-08-28 19:02:00 |
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Entry tags: | *complete, 2025 08, character: cassandra urquhart, character: regulus black |
NOTE: Cassandra to Regulus
Who: Cassandra Urquhart and Regulus Black
Where: Urquhart Estate to Hogwarts
When: Saturday, 28 August, 2025, late night
Summary: Not knowing where else to turn, Cassandra appeals to a friend's family.
After returning from that travesty of a wedding, Cassandra paced her room, fuming. She had been less than happy when things began to spiral out of control at the beginning of the summer. Almost getting killed did that to a person. Sending her family off and watching her business decline was frustrating. But, this whole evening had shown her that, for once, a Potter had actually had a bright idea.
Only, the help she needed wasn't to be found amoung those who had sat quietly and watched as young women were bandied about like playthings amoung toddlers. She wasn't sure the help she wanted was to be found with Potter, either.
But, she knew one person who would care, even if he wasn't in a position to help.
She initially thought about trying to contact Dylan, but the matter was too delicate and she wouldn't further harm Belvina by bringing someone from outside her family into it. But, Belvina's family had a right to know what was being done to her by those charged with defending the blood.
And Cassandra hoped every story she'd ever heard about the Black Family penchant for revenge was true, for Belvina's sake.
Figuring out how to do it had been another matter. She doubted she could safely send an owl. That was practically asking to be found out. In the end, it had been the little house elf, Dorcas, Cassandra's favourite, who solved the problem, while Cassandra was talking out options aloud to herself, by offering to deliver any message Mistress might need her to.
Dear Professor Black,
While we have never met, I feel I must ask you for help on behalf of someone who I have begun to think of a a friend. I am hoping you will be able to do what it seems those here cannot. My sister spoke of you highly during the time when you were her head of house and said you were one who held to standards of behaviour I fear are no longer applicable in our society at the moment.
I do not know how else to say this than directly and pray you will forgive the forwardness as I must confess this is beyond my experience.
It was my unfortunate duty to attend the wedding of Walden Macnair and Katherine Yaxley this evening. Your kinswoman, Belvina, was also a guest as well. During the course of the evening, she was accosted by Rabastan Lestrange and Fenrir Greyback. The three of them left the room, returning sometime later. I do not know for certain, of course, but I suspect that to say she was ill treated would be a gross understatement of the facts.
Professor, I regret to say no one did anything to stop them. Not one man stood to her defence, though I suspect many felt as impotent as the women present.
I realise there is little you may be able to do for her from where you are. You may be assured I intend to do what I can for her here. But, as the kin she has who walk in freedom seem to be willing party to the mistreatment of a woman of her birth, I must turn to her kin elsewhere.
Sincerely,
Miss Cassandra Urquhart