RP: Kat and her father Who:Kat, her father Where:Yaxley Manor When: October 28 Summary: Kat decides it’s time to take control over her own life.
She’d done a lot of thinking since she’d visited her solicitor. The petition for the annulment was the first part, the most important part, of reclaiming her life, but the man had also given her several other possible options. One of those was reporting her parents for aiding and collaborating with the Death Eaters, which could land her the estate, the money – all the independence she wanted.
Still, in spite of the damage they’d cost her, they were her parents, and she could not ignore that even if they might have been able to ignore that she was their daughter. Which was why she’d come up with this solution instead. It was a middle ground. She would get her independence, and at that a home that was only her own, where no one would ever control her the same way she’d been controlled before. Her parents would not need to go to jail, but they’d still pay – literary – for what they’d allowed to be done against her.
She walked to her father’s study with the papers the solicitor had drawn up in case she needed them in her hands. After a brief knock, she entered, ignoring the look on her father’s fact that spoke of him being busy and not having time.
“I need to speak with you, father,” she said, taking a seat, her back straight in the chair, the papers in her lap. If he did not have time he’d make it, for from now on, she was in control of her own life, and her father would simply have to adapt.
“I’m going to move out, father.” She paused for a brief moment. “To a house of my own, which you will buy for me. I will need a vault of my own as well of course, so that I can live as is proper for a Yaxley, and Nola.” With a small smile on her face, she waited for the protests that she knew would come. She could live at home until she found a husband, there was no rush and they would not kick her out. Certainly she did not need a vault of her own when she had access to the family vault. Nola already did her bidding, what was the difference?
“Independence, father,” she answered simply. “Knowing that I will never be put in the same situation by you or anyone else ever again, and no father, it’s not forgotten. Ignoring it doesn’t make it go away. I’m still a married woman because of you. I was still put through weeks of torture, humiliation and rape because of you. Which is why you’ll pay and smile and play nice for society, for the consequences will be too dire if you do not.” She smiled sweetly, putting the documents on the table in front of him.
“Those are just the possible legal consequences. Azkaban, the loss of everything you own. I haven’t even mentioned what I could do to you in society if I wanted. You will give me what I ask for, because you have to. It’s really that simple.”
She watched her father pale, and even though he was bound to protest, to argue, she knew she had won. Before he was even finished she was putting two more papers on his desk as she stood up. “That,” she said pointing to the numbers on one of the papers. “Is the amount you will put in a vault for me. This, however,” she said pointing to the other paper. “Is the amount you’ll put in a fund, to be used to aid women in abusive relationships. Yes, I know it will be difficult, and that it is nothing I know anything about. But I will lean.”
She leaned over and took the papers again, then headed for the door. “I want the money in the vault by the end of the weekend. On Monday, this goes to the Ministry.” She smiled. “I hope you have a pleasant evening, I intend to.”