The day was crisp and clear as the sleigh pulled up to the front of the
Lennox manor and several girls stepped gracefully out of it, their clear
laughter ringing over the snow covered land. And a large stretch of land it
was. Teh Lennox estate backed to the back of the Malfoy lands, but without
omnioculars you couldn't see one manor house from the other. Even then it
is but a speck.
Dropping their cloaks to the floor of the stone entry way for houseelves to retrieve, they walked up the grandstaircase and then up another to the thrid floor. This was Morrigun's floor. Her suite of rooms and studio were on this floor, along with several rooms for her guests. The girls would all be staying the remainder of the night of the ball in her guestrooms, while the boys were put up in the bacholer house that stood next to the stables.
When the girls got to Morrigun's suite they entered immediately into the parlor before her bedroom.
"Morrigun!" Fallon called out, "Hurry or we'll be late!"
There was no answer.
"Where are you?" Kate called.
"I'm in here," a dejected voice answered from the bedroom, into which the girls immediately filed.
There they found the usually composed and elegant Morrigun sitting on the floor of her massive bedroom amongst the many new robes she had bought. Still in her pajammas, though it was late afternoon, she looked up at the collection of girls with a tear streaked face.
"Oh, Morrigun what happened?" Kate asked, sinking down next to her.
"Was it Montague?" Fallon asked, "If it was he'll pay..."
Morrigun shook her head, she pointed to a letter on her desk.
Rayvn picked it up.
"Miss Lennox, You are to accompany your parents to a small gathering on the night of December twenty-nineth," Rayvn read. "But it's not signed."
"Does it have to be?" Morrigun asked.
"Poor Morrigun," Persephone said, kneeling next to her. "All she ever wanted was to beable to paint all day and have little Montagues running around spouting latin,"
"What do I do?" Morrigun asked the assembled girls.
"We discussed this before haven't we?" Fallon said, "None of us want to bow down to that piece of scum."
"Yes, but none of us have recieved a summons before," Rayvn said, charming Morrigun's dejected curls into bouncy-ness again.
"You don't go then," Fallon said, pacing. "But don't let on to your parents. And for the love of quidditch don't let on to Malfoy!"
"FALLON!" Rayvn growled.
"Oh, Rayvn. Give it up. You know he idolizes his father and you know his father is in the inner circle," Kate said.
"qualis pater talis filius" Morrigun muttered. "We need to take care of that,"
"Yes, we need to change his mind," Kate agreed, laying the scattered robes across the bed.
"And soon, it could be the death of all of us," Akasha said, walking from the wash basin on Morrigun's vainty with a washcloth. She handed it to Morrigun, who accepted it and began to wipe the tear stains from her face.
"But how?" Morrigun asked.
"He repects Montague... well I mean, who wouldn't, but... He actually listens to what he says, takes his advice," Rayvn said, sounding a bit distant.
"Well, that's that," Fallon said. "Morrigun will simply not go with her parents and she will get Montague to either talk some sense into Malfoy, or knock it into him,"
"Come now Morrigun. Let's get you dressed," Akasha said, offering a hand up.
Dropping their cloaks to the floor of the stone entry way for houseelves to retrieve, they walked up the grandstaircase and then up another to the thrid floor. This was Morrigun's floor. Her suite of rooms and studio were on this floor, along with several rooms for her guests. The girls would all be staying the remainder of the night of the ball in her guestrooms, while the boys were put up in the bacholer house that stood next to the stables.
When the girls got to Morrigun's suite they entered immediately into the parlor before her bedroom.
"Morrigun!" Fallon called out, "Hurry or we'll be late!"
There was no answer.
"Where are you?" Kate called.
"I'm in here," a dejected voice answered from the bedroom, into which the girls immediately filed.
There they found the usually composed and elegant Morrigun sitting on the floor of her massive bedroom amongst the many new robes she had bought. Still in her pajammas, though it was late afternoon, she looked up at the collection of girls with a tear streaked face.
"Oh, Morrigun what happened?" Kate asked, sinking down next to her.
"Was it Montague?" Fallon asked, "If it was he'll pay..."
Morrigun shook her head, she pointed to a letter on her desk.
Rayvn picked it up.
"Miss Lennox, You are to accompany your parents to a small gathering on the night of December twenty-nineth," Rayvn read. "But it's not signed."
"Does it have to be?" Morrigun asked.
"Poor Morrigun," Persephone said, kneeling next to her. "All she ever wanted was to beable to paint all day and have little Montagues running around spouting latin,"
"What do I do?" Morrigun asked the assembled girls.
"We discussed this before haven't we?" Fallon said, "None of us want to bow down to that piece of scum."
"Yes, but none of us have recieved a summons before," Rayvn said, charming Morrigun's dejected curls into bouncy-ness again.
"You don't go then," Fallon said, pacing. "But don't let on to your parents. And for the love of quidditch don't let on to Malfoy!"
"FALLON!" Rayvn growled.
"Oh, Rayvn. Give it up. You know he idolizes his father and you know his father is in the inner circle," Kate said.
"qualis pater talis filius" Morrigun muttered. "We need to take care of that,"
"Yes, we need to change his mind," Kate agreed, laying the scattered robes across the bed.
"And soon, it could be the death of all of us," Akasha said, walking from the wash basin on Morrigun's vainty with a washcloth. She handed it to Morrigun, who accepted it and began to wipe the tear stains from her face.
"But how?" Morrigun asked.
"He repects Montague... well I mean, who wouldn't, but... He actually listens to what he says, takes his advice," Rayvn said, sounding a bit distant.
"Well, that's that," Fallon said. "Morrigun will simply not go with her parents and she will get Montague to either talk some sense into Malfoy, or knock it into him,"
"Come now Morrigun. Let's get you dressed," Akasha said, offering a hand up.