Do not own… sad face…
Chapter 2
Cassandra folded the paper, placed it back in the locket and clasped the locket around her neck. She cautiously wandered down the stairs and found her foster mother sat at the kitchen table with a severe looking woman who, nevertheless, looked friendly and trustworthy.
She stood and shook Cassandra's hand in greeting. 'Miss Delaney, I must admit I am pleased to see you are looking well. I was a close friend of your parents and am deputy headmistress of a private boarding school. I am here to inform you that when you were born, your parents put your name on the list and paid your enrolment for the full seven years, They were very specific in that, should you be in someone else's care at the time you turned eleven, I was to provide you with the information you needed and to escort you to the school personally. I have discussed with Mrs Hill,' here, Cassandra's foster mother nodded in confirmation, 'and you are officially a ward of the school, as of today. This is specifically stated in your parents' will'
Cassandra stared, mouth agape, at Minerva. As she processed this, she began to grin. Her parents had planned everything out and set her up for the future. She was grateful to this woman for taking the time to personally deliver the news.
She was dismissed shortly after to pack all of her personal possessions, as she would not be returning. It did not take very long and all fit easily into one suitcase. She did not possess very much of her own but she did have everything she needed.
After a tearless but cordial farewell, Cassandra turned her back on the house and prepared to embark on a new life. Little did she know how different it would really be.