Jean felt right as she entered the nicer and richer part of London.
Her parents had both been quite wealthy, and she had led a rich and fancy
life until her powers came to her and they gave her to Charles to be taken
care of afterwards. Despite her less than regal attire, the way she carried
herself told the people outside that she was used to it, and she was not
harassed out of there as anyone else would have been.
She found a few taverns there, but none of them were the Filthy Swine, and one of the owners told her that the Filthy Swine was over where the thieves, whores, and beggars lived, AKA the slums of London.
After finding this out, she went to go back when a couple entering their home caught her eye, and she stopped and stared in wonder as the door closed behind her parents.
Jean stood in the middle of the street, carriages rumbling on either side of her as she stared up at her house for a long time until she finally walked up and stood at the last step, wondering if she should go and knock on it or not. Her parents hadn't exactly been quite kind to her when she last saw them, but that didn't wipe away the fact that they were indeed her blood parents, who had loved her up until the moment her powers came into being.
She finally threw caution to the winds and walked up the steps, knocking lightly on the door and thinking of what she was going to say to her parents when she saw them again.
The door was opened by one of their servants, who looked down his nose at Jean as if she was a speck of dust, ignoring the fact that he himself was nothing but a lowly servant in the household.
"Tell Mr. and Mrs. Grey that their daughter Jean is here to see them." She said. "I shall be here waiting for them and if you do not do as I say, William, I will use my powers on you to MAKE you do as I have so politely asked you to do instead." William stiffened slightly, recognizing the daughter of the mistress whom he himself used to play with when he was a boy.
"Jean? Is that really you?" he asked, throwing away his arrogant act at once. Jean smiled warmly at him, tilting her head to one side.
"Who else could it be?" she asked simply. Laughing softly, William backed up and let her into the waiting room.
"I'll try to make them see you." He promised before going into the living room. Jean was instantly hit by nothing but negative thoughts, and she was forced to close her eyes tightly as she raised her power to try and tune it out.
She nearly left the house when William came in and gave her the go ahead to go inside. Jean entered slowly, keeping her mental shields up and on high at all times.
If looks could kill...
Jean stood near the doorway, thinking that this was a complete waste of time. Her parents were looking at her with such contempt that someone looking in on the scene would think that she was a stranger and not their daughter.
The Grey's only wished that that were true.
"What business do you have with us?" her mother asked. "We're far too busy to deal with the likes of you all day!"
"I came here on a whim." Jean admitted. "To see you again and find out if you had changed. I see now that you have not."
"Is that all?" her father asked, cocking an eyebrow. Jean crossed her arms over her chest, restraining herself from using her powers on her own parents to make them understand who and what she was.
"Why can't you treat me like a daughter and not a stranger?" she asked. "What did I ever do to you?" Her mother stood up and faced her, looking very unladylike as she glared at her own flesh and blood.
"You're a freak!" she cried. "You couldn't be born like a normal lady, no. You had to be born with some kind of power! You made your father and I the laughingstock of London because of the stories we were forced to make up for you! You ungrateful..."
"Enough!" Jean shouted both with her mind and her mouth. Her parents flinched away from her in fear, their eyes growing wide in surprise. Jean looked at them in anger, understanding finally that they would never love her, no matter what she did.
"I see now that you will never love me; your own flesh and blood." She said. "I also see that I don't care if you love me or not. I have people back at the school who care about me and one who even loves me and wants to marry me!
"I came here to offer an olive branch and you two have instead beaten me with it. From this moment on I shall do as you wish and leave you alone. May you be happy with your choice!"
With that, she turned and left her parents behind.
She found a few taverns there, but none of them were the Filthy Swine, and one of the owners told her that the Filthy Swine was over where the thieves, whores, and beggars lived, AKA the slums of London.
After finding this out, she went to go back when a couple entering their home caught her eye, and she stopped and stared in wonder as the door closed behind her parents.
Jean stood in the middle of the street, carriages rumbling on either side of her as she stared up at her house for a long time until she finally walked up and stood at the last step, wondering if she should go and knock on it or not. Her parents hadn't exactly been quite kind to her when she last saw them, but that didn't wipe away the fact that they were indeed her blood parents, who had loved her up until the moment her powers came into being.
She finally threw caution to the winds and walked up the steps, knocking lightly on the door and thinking of what she was going to say to her parents when she saw them again.
The door was opened by one of their servants, who looked down his nose at Jean as if she was a speck of dust, ignoring the fact that he himself was nothing but a lowly servant in the household.
"Tell Mr. and Mrs. Grey that their daughter Jean is here to see them." She said. "I shall be here waiting for them and if you do not do as I say, William, I will use my powers on you to MAKE you do as I have so politely asked you to do instead." William stiffened slightly, recognizing the daughter of the mistress whom he himself used to play with when he was a boy.
"Jean? Is that really you?" he asked, throwing away his arrogant act at once. Jean smiled warmly at him, tilting her head to one side.
"Who else could it be?" she asked simply. Laughing softly, William backed up and let her into the waiting room.
"I'll try to make them see you." He promised before going into the living room. Jean was instantly hit by nothing but negative thoughts, and she was forced to close her eyes tightly as she raised her power to try and tune it out.
She nearly left the house when William came in and gave her the go ahead to go inside. Jean entered slowly, keeping her mental shields up and on high at all times.
If looks could kill...
Jean stood near the doorway, thinking that this was a complete waste of time. Her parents were looking at her with such contempt that someone looking in on the scene would think that she was a stranger and not their daughter.
The Grey's only wished that that were true.
"What business do you have with us?" her mother asked. "We're far too busy to deal with the likes of you all day!"
"I came here on a whim." Jean admitted. "To see you again and find out if you had changed. I see now that you have not."
"Is that all?" her father asked, cocking an eyebrow. Jean crossed her arms over her chest, restraining herself from using her powers on her own parents to make them understand who and what she was.
"Why can't you treat me like a daughter and not a stranger?" she asked. "What did I ever do to you?" Her mother stood up and faced her, looking very unladylike as she glared at her own flesh and blood.
"You're a freak!" she cried. "You couldn't be born like a normal lady, no. You had to be born with some kind of power! You made your father and I the laughingstock of London because of the stories we were forced to make up for you! You ungrateful..."
"Enough!" Jean shouted both with her mind and her mouth. Her parents flinched away from her in fear, their eyes growing wide in surprise. Jean looked at them in anger, understanding finally that they would never love her, no matter what she did.
"I see now that you will never love me; your own flesh and blood." She said. "I also see that I don't care if you love me or not. I have people back at the school who care about me and one who even loves me and wants to marry me!
"I came here to offer an olive branch and you two have instead beaten me with it. From this moment on I shall do as you wish and leave you alone. May you be happy with your choice!"
With that, she turned and left her parents behind.