A/N: Okay. Someone told me to get to the point, so I'm gonna take a break from the poems for a chapter or two. I promise I'll do more poems though. As soon as I explain a little.
Dear Major Kelp,
As you may or may not know my daughter, Judith, will be turning ten very shortly. I understand you and your friends at the LEP have compiled a collection in memory of my husband's late brother. I regret his death as much as anyone, but I do not wish my daughter to know. She mustn't know the reasons of my husband's imprisonment, nor who sent him there. Please understand and obey my wishes. The many acts of betrayal shown by both Julius and Turnball must not be shared with Judith. As far as she will know, Turnball never had a brother.
Sincerely,
Fredona Root
Judith stared at the page in horror. Fredona Root. Her mother. Julius Root was her uncle. But that wasn't possible. Neither of her parents had any siblings. But why? Why would her mother wish to hide this simple fact? She reread the letter. She mustn't know the reasons of my husband's imprisonment, nor who sent him there. What didn't her mother want her to know? It was all so confusing. Not to mention deceitful.
At that moment, she heard hooves outside the door. It opened, and Mr. Foaly walked in. He took one look at her dust covered face and the paper in her hands. He frowned. "I think you should come with me." He murmured.
She gathered up the papers, shoved them back in the box, and followed the centaur out of the storage room.