Title: Welcome to the fold, Girly. Chapter 3.
Author: Slytherin_Abbyforever
Words: 820
Author's note: Sorry about the delay in the update. School has been kicking my ass. I actually am running out the door as I post this, to uni.
A little has been revealed about Kelly, but there is much more to come. Some explanation as to why she became the woman she became.
Also in the middle of making a banner for this fic.
I'll beta this when I get back from school.
CHAPTER THREE
"I am just cross-referencing St. Trinian's student lists for the last five years with births registered in the last four months." Polly explained.
"Good thinking." Kelly said as she took a seat next to the geek, staring intently at the laptop.
"Where's your friend?"
"Finally fallen asleep, so she's with Annabelle. Until Flash gets back with food and nappies, that's all we can do." The Head-girl explained.
"Can I ask how you are so comfortable with the baby?" Polly ventured, looking away from the screen to catch a flash of something in the Head-girl's dark eyes.
"Polly, you need to focus." Kelly said regaining her composure.
"But I can multi-task. You have siblings or something?" The geek tried.
"Keep looking." Kelly said simply, leaving the other girl with a cold look, as she left the room.
"Kelly, I'm sorry I asked. I found something." Polly called out after the Head-girl before she could leave.
"A match?" She asked as she slowly approached the other girl.
"Three hundred and nine matches. Evidently, not a great deal of our girls, go on to bigger and better things."
"So Thwaites is right." Kelly joked. "Can you narrow it down to girls born and registered within the last four months?"
"I can." Polly agreed, tapping at her keyboard. Within seconds, a result appeared. "Sixty one. No Trinity's. The closest match is a Trey, born three months ago to Savannah Grayson."
"No." Kelly said in shock. "Savannah Grayson?"
"Former Head-girl Savannah Grayson. So, guess she didn't go on to the acting career she was destined for." Polly laughed. "Nobody could quite B.S like that one. Always thought she was a little off, especially after she named J.J French as her successor."
"It wasn't all bad." Kelly tried.
"Not too bad, although neither had to rob an art gallery." Polly smiled fondly at Kelly. Their combined plan had worked so well in the end.
"Kell, Flash is here." Annabelle interrupted, poking her head into the shared dormitories.
"Speaking of things not being too bad." Polly teased.
"Does Flash know how you feel?" Kelly teased. If they could tease her, it was only fair that she reciprocate. The geek didn't flinch.
"You know I meant not too bad for you." Polly started. "And he is far too distracted by a certain Head-girl to care about anyone else's opinion of him. I'll keep looking but it appears that the mother didn't register Trinity."
"Smooth transition into subject change, Polly." Kelly teased as she left the room.
~**~
"Kel."
"Flash."
"Had a 'ssociate of mine do a lit'le shoppin." Flash started. "Don't know wot she got, but it took up 'alf me car."
"Great. I'll have someone come fetch it all. We're going to need it momentarily." The Head-girl turned to walk away when the Spiv started talking again.
"First years taking care of it."
"Okay. Thanks, Flash."
"Uh, Kel?" He called after her.
"Yes."
"Uh, nothing."
~**~
"You're driving me crazy!" The woman yelled into the nursery. She started running her hands through her hair erratically, as if she was about to pull it out. This action was familiar to her young daughter.
"Mother, I'll take care of him." She tried. "He'll stop, I promise." The thirteen-year-old pleaded, fear in her dark eyes. The woman looked accusingly at the small brunette, her hand connecting with the girl's pale face, reddening it instantly.
"You think you're better than me!" Her mother hissed, eliciting more infant cries from the nursery. "A child."
"Not at all, mother. I merely meant so you can rest, I'll look after the baby."
"Fine." The older woman agreed. "About time you started doing something around here." The girl quickly made for the room, approaching the crib containing the baby. The one-month-old infant continued crying until his big sister lifted him and expertly put him over her shoulder.
The baby started crying again as she put him down to start making him a bottle. She had struggled to do it holding him, and as soon as he was placed down, he had yelled the house down.
"Ssh, I know. Just one more second."
"Kelly, keep that baby quiet, or I will." Her mother yelled from the other room, obviously woken from her midday nap.
"I am, mother. I've got it." The brunette called back as she picked her brother back up, as he continued to cry.
The Head-girl shot up in her bed, rubbing her eyes to dispel the sleep, and the familiar dream/memory. She then realized that it hadn't been the memory of her brother crying that she heard, but an actual baby that had been left in her care.
"Okay, Trinity." Kelly whispered as she stood. "I'm up." She said softly, picking up her tiny charge, as the girl's little hands grasped the older girl's tank-top. Kelly made her way out of the room, passed the sleeping sixth years, down toward the kitchen.