I do not own Divergent. Credit goes to Veronica Roth.
I do not own Pride and Prejudice. Credit goes to Jane Austen.
Mrs. Prior was thoroughly thrilled after the ball, for even though Mr. Pedrad had danced with several young ladies last night, it was Shauna, her Shauna, who he danced with three times.
"No other lady had been asked to stand up with him twice," she exclaimed to her husband during breakfast. "No other!"
"I know my dear, I was there," he folded the papers in his hand, trying to appear to be busy with other matters.
However, Mrs. Prior was in such a happy mood. "He danced with Susan Black, which vexed me greatly. Then he stood with Miss King, but low and behold who shall he return to, but Shauna, our Shauna, my dear. Then his sisters, such elegance in their manner and walk." She started to discuss the lace on Miss. Pedrad's dress when her husband decided to stand up.
"No lace, Mrs. Prior. I shall hear no more talk of lace or dances. I would have been just as glad had Mr. Pedrad sprained his ankle during the first set."
"Oh, but that man he brought with him," Mrs. Prior ignored her husband. "Mr. Eaton, who does he think he is that he is so far above our company? He slighted poor Tris you know."
"Slighted my Tris, did he," her father turned to her.
"Don't worry about it Father, I was not hurt the least bit by it," she smiled at him.
"I would not have danced with him, even if he had asked, the impudence of the man," her mother continued.
"I assure you ma'am," said Beatrice with confidence. "I shall never dance with Mr. Eaton." Beatrice had made it up in her mind that she disliked the man very much. She thought him so self-absorbed in himself.
Not but a minute later, one of their attendants had walked in. "A letter ma'am, from Netherfield," she spoke softly as everyone stopped what they were doing. "It's for Miss Prior." Mr. Prior nodded at his eldest daughter, who took the letter slowly and looked over at Beatrice before opening it.
"It's from Caraline Pedrad," Shauna said with a smile. "She wishes to dine with me. They will be without their brother's company and had hoped to secure mine for the evening. Father, may I..." Before she could finish, Mrs. Prior had stood up quickly and pulled the letter from her daughter's hand.
"Without their brother's company," she repeated. How on earth could she maneuver her daughter to marry the man if he not be there to enjoy Shauna's beauty and kindness himself? She had to think of something or another invitation to Netherfield might not present itself. Yes, she thought as she looked out the window. She must secure this visit.
"Father," Shauna started again. "May I take the carriage?" She had been wishing to make a good appearance that she too was just a fine a lady as they were.
"The carriage," screamed Mrs. Prior before her husband could answer. "Nonsense, you'll go on horseback," she handed the letter back to Shauna and went to sit.
"Horseback," both Shauna and Beatrice questioned. Just then the sky thundered.
"Exactly, as I predicted. It looks like rain. Therefore, you'll have to stay the night."
"Mother?!" Shauna was appalled and looked to her father for rescuing.
"You think you should go all the way to Netherfield and not see Mr. Pedrad. As I stated before, that is all nonsense. You'll go on Nellie and that'll be final." Mr. Prior just shrugged at Shauna who still seemed shocked over the whole implication.
And just as Mrs. Prior had planned, Shauna went on horseback through the rain. She had produced a cold and was kept at Netherfield at of course, the urging of Mr. Pedrad.
"My family and friends should not hear from me returning home until I am better. Except for a slight fever and a headache, there is absolutely nothing wrong with me."
Beatrice read the letter to her family the next morning at breakfast. "This is ridiculous."
"Well, my dear," started Mr. Prior. "Should Shauna die of this cold, it will be a comfort to know that it was in pursuit of Mr. Pedrad and under your orders."
"People do not die of little colds," Mrs. Prior shrugged off. "But it's very well, that he may fall in love with her while she is there."
"I think I shall go to Netherfield," stated Beatrice.
"Go to Netherfield," her mother questioned. "You know that there is nothing for you there. You much better go to town with your sisters and meet the officers."
"Aye, for there are many to go around, Tris," stated Lauren. The day before the militia had come into town and Colonel Maxter, his young wife, and his company had taken up residence in town. Lauren and Christina found this exciting, for there were as Lauren had put it many a young men to go around.
"I much better go and see Shauna," Beatrice once again stated.
"Shall I get the carriage," asked her father.
"No, the weather looks fine out. I much rather walk," Beatrice offered.
"Walk all this way to Netherfield," cried her mother. "You will not be fit to be seen!"
"I will be fit to see Shauna and now that is all I care about."
"I know Tris, Lauren and I can walk with you into town," offered Christina. "We could stop by and see Edward."
"Or even William! What a shock he will get when he sees us so early in the morning. He might not even be dressed yet," Lauren added as both she and Christina giggled.
"Our life holds few distinctions, Mrs. Prior. But I believe it's safe to say that here sit two of the silliest girls in all of Abnegation."
Sorry that it is so short.
First off, I wanted to reply to a review that I got. I know, I so wanted to make Four, Mr. Bingley and Tris, the eldest Bennet, Jane. Then I would have made Eric, Mr. Darcy, because yes I just do love Eric so much. Someone please tell Jai Courtney... but don't tell my boyfriend, because he'll get upset. He hates it that I'm so totally into Eric... whatever...
But I wanted to try and tackle the whole Fourtris pairing... I thought I give it a try. Theo is cute and all, but OMG Jai is just... argh... there are no words...
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