Lettie Frenchname (letties) wrote in caged, @ 2013-11-02 13:39:00 |
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Lettie was blissfully unaware. Of course, it wasn’t like she had any idea what she was blissfully unaware about. She’d spent the morning having a lie in, lounging in bed until she couldn’t stand to be there any longer, reading a book that had absolutely nothing to do with anything the least bit academic. It was nice, until Foxtrot decided to come and bother her and Lettie had to stop what she was doing to pet the stupid cat. Lydia’s cat was always so bothersome. She’d made it through lunch, in as lovely a mood as she ever was. It was Saturday after all. What wasn’t nice about that? She expected to spend most of her afternoon bothering people to entertain her and pointedly ignoring any and all school work she had to do. That is, until she was stopped on her way out from lunch and asked to report to Sprout’s office. Which was an entirely strange thing to be asked. Lettie told herself that she didn’t actually have anything to worry about as she walked her way there, pace a touch slower than usual because with every step a bit of anxiety started to creep in, balling in the pit of her stomach. Which was silly, she knew, because surely nothing was wrong. She’d know if something was wrong. Lettie wasn’t a troublemaker. She believed in the Ministry. In the administration. Which, she supposed, was what made the whole thing a bit strange. Sure, she wasn’t doing terribly well in Dark Arts but she was trying! And it wouldn’t be Sprout to talk to her about that, she didn’t think. No, what Sprout had to talk to her about was much worse than that. Lettie sat in Sprout’s office, face pale and entirely still as words floated through the air at her. She registered them, oh, she registered them, but they started to blur together once the important part, the part about her father being severely injured and being in mungos was out there, hanging over her. He was alive, but it was touch and go. It was severe. It was bad. It didn’t seem real, and it certainly didn’t seem fair because her father didn’t do anything except go to work. He’d just gone to work and now everything had changed. |