RP: What in Merlin's name is going on?
Date: 2 March 2009 Characters: Jacelyn Champlaign, Jean-Paul Champlaign Location: Champlaign Home Private/Public: Private Rating: -- Summary: Jacelyn has had a strange two days and need to rant. Completion: In Progress
Jacelyn had grown up very sheltered from England. She'd also been very fascinated by the country. It was where her mother had attended school, and Jacelyn had a hunch that it was where she was conceived. If that was the case, Jacelyn's father might be there, which she figured was her mother's biggest reason for her insistence on Jacelyn not coming across the Channel to England. Jacelyn recalled ever mentioning it once and that was enough for her to never mention it again.
When Jacelyn had been in her second year, some of the students from her school were going to spend the year at Hogwarts for the Tri-wizard Tournament. While she didn't get to go because she was too young to participate in the tournament anyway, she would have liked to have gone and seen the school her mother spent seven years of her life at. Jacelyn had mentioned it to her mother in an owl, saying that she wished she was old enough to go and her mother had made it clear that she was never to go to England.
Yet, now, at twenty-six years of age, Jacelyn had lived there for two months. She'd worked for the French Ministry of Magic in the Department of International Magical Cooperation ever since she finished school. When she was asked to be the French Ambassador to the British Ministry, it had been far too tempting to pass up. She moved her husband and her two daughters to England, much to her mother's dismay.
Had she been hoping to find something? She honestly didn't know. Still, after two months of living here, she had had the two strangest days in her life. One involved a woman who had shown up in the Ministry the day before. Morgana le Fay, actually. She was a woman they'd learned about in history and now there she was in modern day England. The Ministry was, of course, trying to keep this quiet, but it seemed to have only started a series of odd events that started to unfold today. They all knew tampering with time travel could be dangerous, but just how dangerous had it gotten?
She didn't know what to make of today's events but she knew something wasn't right before she'd even gotten to work. She'd met a woman named Emmeline who had known her mother in school, but Emmeline was convinced that they hadn't left school even twenty years ago. Considering Jacelyn's age, she knew that was impossible. Her mother had graduated in 1978, which was thirty-one years before. Where had the woman been all this time?
Then she met a man who had also known her mother. He had actually known her mother quite intimately, which made her wonder if he was her father. Being that he was completely unaware of her existence, Jacelyn had no way of knowing for sure. Not unless she asked her mother about it. The problem was, the man was one they'd learned about in school. Sirius Black had been convicted of a mass murder before Jacelyn was even born and while she was still in school, she had learned of his death. Was this man really her father? It would certainly explain why her mother refused to talk about him, but this was honestly a little much.
Of course it was only after she discovered who he was that she also discovered the man was innocent. A misunderstanding that had lasted several years. His name had been cleared right after his supposed death, but even he seemed unaware of it. Had Sirius really died and if so why was he back now? Did Emmeline and Sirius' mysterious appearances have anything to do with Morgana's appearance the day before?
As soon as she got off work, she apparated from work to her house, this was something she never did, but she was so frazzled that she just had to get home. She opened the front door and walked in, not sure if her husband was even home yet. Their schedules didn't always coincide, after all. "Jean-Paul!" she called as she closed the door. "Are you home?" she seriously needed to talk to him right now. She had to make some sort of sense of what was going on.