In case you're wondering what possesses people to disown family members, it's the last dying gasp of an increasingly irrelevant generation desperate to feel that their opinions and their lives still matter. They don't.
It's not something to laugh over, or take lightly, but it is a good time to remind people that they lost and they are terrible and when they die (hopefully very soon) very few tears will be shed for them. Iphigenia Yaxley will be bitterly alone in a staid, morally bankrupt nightmare of her own creation.
[Melchior]
If you're getting kicked out of the hall, I've been working on a second bedroom at the Priory that you're welcome to. I haven't remotely started to move in yet so feel free - I'm not in a rush.