Who: Mercy and Walden Macnair Where: Macnair...manor? Whatever. When: Sunday evening What: father/daughter hang times? Warnings: unlikely Status: threaded, open to Malcolm if he wants.
Mercy had stalled the Sorting Hat for several minutes, as an eleven-year-old, as it debated between Ravenclaw and Slytherin. Mercy had spent the entire time asking what it was talking about, she was obviously a Gryffindor like her brother. She could be hot-headed, emotional, and impulsive with the best of them, even if she was generally more introverted than the average Gryffindor. She'd been bitterly pissed off when it finally shouted Slytherin, but as an adult, she could maybe admit that it had a point about Ravenclaw.
She was curled up on the couch in the living room, shifting around every couple of minutes while she tried to find a position that was comfortable and allowed for easy reading. This was apparently much more complicated than it sounded, but she needed to be fresh on this by work tomorrow. A placeholder it might be, but completely failing at it would serve no purpose at all.