For A Candy Cane A Day on the Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft and Wizardry Forum.
Eliza was positively beaming as she sat at the sisters' mahogany writing desk. She laid at a fresh piece of parchment and dipped her feathered quill in its ink pot. Angelica sat next to her, peering over her shoulder with great interest. She hummed her approval as her sister began to scrawl some lines in her looping script.
"Do you think it's all right?" Eliza chewed her lip as she contemplated her next words. "He has such a way with words. Everything I write sounds so childish in comparison."
"Don't be silly," Angelica said quickly. She rubbed her sister's back encouragingly. "You write with a genuine heart. What more could a man want?"
Eliza only rolled her eyes, unconvinced by her sister's platitudes. Still, she was clearly comforted in some way, because it was only a moment later that she began to write again. This time, with long and confident strokes. Angelica smirked to herself and busied herself by snatching up the letter that Alexander had written to Eliza and glancing over it. Immediately, she could see why Eliza was so enthralled. The man was practically a poet, his little love note filled with metaphor and simile.
"He's clever, isn't he?" Eliza commented.
"Apparently so." Angelica paused. "Eliza, you will be careful, won't you?"
"Careful? He's just a man, Angelica. A man who you introduced me to."
"I know that. It's just…" Angelica gave a deep sigh. "He's a very driven man. He'll do what it takes to survive in this world. To do more than that—to thrive."
Eliza only shrugged. "Perseverance is an admirable trait, is it not?"
Angelica couldn't argue with that, but she had an inexplicable feeling that Alexander Hamilton was more than just a little bit motivated. Perhaps the weight on her shoulders was envy—a longing for a love note of her own. But perhaps it wasn't. Perhaps it was intuition. Perhaps there was a part of Angelia that knew—just knew—that one day Eliza would pay the price for his ambition.