Mortis Video part VI
Disclaimer's in part one
The pair followed the secretary's quick step into a small room. Luckily
whoever decorated this on had a sense of color at least. The furniture was
shrouded in black as if it was the recently deceased.
"The director will be with you shortly." The witch said before leaving
them in the room.
There was a tense moment of silence. Tursila delicately sat in one of the
chairs beside the couch as Severus watched her countenance. She did not
seem distressed by the fact that she was at something so final, this is the
last shred of her grandfather that the two will ever see. He was broken
from his musings when the door swung open and a short roundish man
with twinkling brown eyes and dark chocolate brown hair walked in. He
looked at the two in the room.
"I would have thought he had more family," he paused as he looked at
Tursila, "never the less, My name's Phillip, and I'm going to be the
director of this will." Just as he finished his words, the door burst open
and a tall gangly man with short light brown hair and grey blue eyes
rushed in the door. He wore a Muggle suit in black with a light blue shirt
under and a dark colored tie. He carried a leather briefcase and gave the
people in the room a sheepish look.
"Sorry I'm late" Tursila stood up and walked over.
"I'm glad you could make it Tom. You're going to make the muggle
duplicate? I'm sure most of what he wants to go to people will go to the
muggles." Tom nodded and Tursila smiled at it.
"Thanks Sarah will appreciate it." She said then returned to her seat. She
noticed the odd look Tom gave Severus and then continued. "This is
Severus Snape, he's papa's brother. We just found out a week ago." With
those words Tom looked a little adgitated.
"But Filious was disowned as an only child. He'd have to be at least
nineteen years younger than him." Tom gestured towards Snape with the
words.
Severus's eyes widened, his brother was disowned before he was born.
What would have made his parents disown their son?
"Well, shall we get started?" Phillip's melodious voice broke into the
conversation.
"I would like to ask some questions first, mostly concerning the spell.
How does it work?"
Snape looked at Tursila with shock, she's talked more today that he'd
heard her talk all year, and asking for more information, she's never
seemed interested in learning in school, she only does the work but
doesn't really want to learn. He's seen the type of student before. Phillip
looked at her and smiled.
"Well, it works on the principles that the spirit is still in or near the body
at the time of the reading, and when they die the have desires that they
want known, those desires are stored in the spiritual residue that remains.
The spell pulls those out of the body and puts them into understandable
form."
"What happens if the person is insane before they die?"
Phillip looked stunned by the second question, he never had anyone ask
that before.
"I'm not sure, I think with the principle being the same you'll get the
same results."
Tursila nodded her head and seemed happy with this.
"So, shall we begin?" Nods of accent spread across the room.
Phillip gave a "voluntas Filious Snape" and a wave of the wand.
A dim outline of a person started to form, every moment it started to
solidify until one could clearly make out a hooked nose, deeply set eyes
and high cheekbones on a regal looking face, one that looked in his late
fifties or early sixties. The translucent figure spoke in a cold voice.
"I guess this means I've joined my beautiful Jennifer in eternal slumber.
Which means I've got to tally up me worldly things and send them on
their way. Tom, make sure your getting this down. My property and
estate I want to go to Sarah, on the condition that Tursila is taken care of
by her and can remove any items from the property that she wishes. It
pains me that I couldn't leave her family to look after her, but Sarah,
Sarah who's taken care of my family for so long, I know she can continue
to do so with the same love and caring she's always shown. I don't want
to burden Sarah with more than that, so I shall leave my company and it's
assets to Derek, he was such a wonderful boy, almost a second son to me,
I know he can keep it thriving. Finally Tursila, my dear granddaughter, as
you are under age now, I can't leave you much that will come now, but
you will have a million dollar trust in your name, payable when you turn
eighteen. I hope you get a good education with the finances, but that is
your choice. Fare thee well my beautiful grand daughter."
With that the figure disappeared and not even a wisp of smoke showed
that he had been there.
"Tom, I need to speak with you privately later."
Tom sat looking at where the figure had been, a carefully crafted set of
papers in his hand. His gaze slowly moved to Tursila and nodded.
"Would after the funeral be alright?" he looked at his watch, "which is in
thirty minutes, we'd better be going."
Whew that's done I think, well on to the next chapter, that's if I get one
more review I'll post it, if not I'm going to pout and not do it. I need to
know someone's reading this at least *sniff* it's so lonely
Disclaimer's in part one
The pair followed the secretary's quick step into a small room. Luckily
whoever decorated this on had a sense of color at least. The furniture was
shrouded in black as if it was the recently deceased.
"The director will be with you shortly." The witch said before leaving
them in the room.
There was a tense moment of silence. Tursila delicately sat in one of the
chairs beside the couch as Severus watched her countenance. She did not
seem distressed by the fact that she was at something so final, this is the
last shred of her grandfather that the two will ever see. He was broken
from his musings when the door swung open and a short roundish man
with twinkling brown eyes and dark chocolate brown hair walked in. He
looked at the two in the room.
"I would have thought he had more family," he paused as he looked at
Tursila, "never the less, My name's Phillip, and I'm going to be the
director of this will." Just as he finished his words, the door burst open
and a tall gangly man with short light brown hair and grey blue eyes
rushed in the door. He wore a Muggle suit in black with a light blue shirt
under and a dark colored tie. He carried a leather briefcase and gave the
people in the room a sheepish look.
"Sorry I'm late" Tursila stood up and walked over.
"I'm glad you could make it Tom. You're going to make the muggle
duplicate? I'm sure most of what he wants to go to people will go to the
muggles." Tom nodded and Tursila smiled at it.
"Thanks Sarah will appreciate it." She said then returned to her seat. She
noticed the odd look Tom gave Severus and then continued. "This is
Severus Snape, he's papa's brother. We just found out a week ago." With
those words Tom looked a little adgitated.
"But Filious was disowned as an only child. He'd have to be at least
nineteen years younger than him." Tom gestured towards Snape with the
words.
Severus's eyes widened, his brother was disowned before he was born.
What would have made his parents disown their son?
"Well, shall we get started?" Phillip's melodious voice broke into the
conversation.
"I would like to ask some questions first, mostly concerning the spell.
How does it work?"
Snape looked at Tursila with shock, she's talked more today that he'd
heard her talk all year, and asking for more information, she's never
seemed interested in learning in school, she only does the work but
doesn't really want to learn. He's seen the type of student before. Phillip
looked at her and smiled.
"Well, it works on the principles that the spirit is still in or near the body
at the time of the reading, and when they die the have desires that they
want known, those desires are stored in the spiritual residue that remains.
The spell pulls those out of the body and puts them into understandable
form."
"What happens if the person is insane before they die?"
Phillip looked stunned by the second question, he never had anyone ask
that before.
"I'm not sure, I think with the principle being the same you'll get the
same results."
Tursila nodded her head and seemed happy with this.
"So, shall we begin?" Nods of accent spread across the room.
Phillip gave a "voluntas Filious Snape" and a wave of the wand.
A dim outline of a person started to form, every moment it started to
solidify until one could clearly make out a hooked nose, deeply set eyes
and high cheekbones on a regal looking face, one that looked in his late
fifties or early sixties. The translucent figure spoke in a cold voice.
"I guess this means I've joined my beautiful Jennifer in eternal slumber.
Which means I've got to tally up me worldly things and send them on
their way. Tom, make sure your getting this down. My property and
estate I want to go to Sarah, on the condition that Tursila is taken care of
by her and can remove any items from the property that she wishes. It
pains me that I couldn't leave her family to look after her, but Sarah,
Sarah who's taken care of my family for so long, I know she can continue
to do so with the same love and caring she's always shown. I don't want
to burden Sarah with more than that, so I shall leave my company and it's
assets to Derek, he was such a wonderful boy, almost a second son to me,
I know he can keep it thriving. Finally Tursila, my dear granddaughter, as
you are under age now, I can't leave you much that will come now, but
you will have a million dollar trust in your name, payable when you turn
eighteen. I hope you get a good education with the finances, but that is
your choice. Fare thee well my beautiful grand daughter."
With that the figure disappeared and not even a wisp of smoke showed
that he had been there.
"Tom, I need to speak with you privately later."
Tom sat looking at where the figure had been, a carefully crafted set of
papers in his hand. His gaze slowly moved to Tursila and nodded.
"Would after the funeral be alright?" he looked at his watch, "which is in
thirty minutes, we'd better be going."
Whew that's done I think, well on to the next chapter, that's if I get one
more review I'll post it, if not I'm going to pout and not do it. I need to
know someone's reading this at least *sniff* it's so lonely