Private message to Rory
May. 22nd, 2012 12:37 pmThat could have gone better.
For a start, having her come to Spence seemed to put certain...expectations into her head. She was dressed to the nines, as if meeting with the Lord Protector himself, and was all ready to reminisce about our days at Hogwarts together. I suppose that's what she thought I was having her over for- a nice little stroll down memory lane. Which isn't to say that she tried any of her charms on me- far from it. She spoke about Philip and her girls in glowing terms and clearly loves being the lady of the Greengrass household.
So I thought she'd turn silent, maybe even angry, when I brought up Daphne. She did look shocked for a split second, but then she tried to... it was the oddest thing, but she tried to change the subject. "Oh yes, it's true that I don't really know if Daphne is yours or Philip's, but don't trouble yourself over it, I'm not asking anything of you, Raz, and I'll see to it that Daphne doesn't, either. Now, you really must tell me where you procured this tea, it has the most exquisite bergamot flavour."
Well, not quite so abrupt as that, but you get the idea.
When I suggested that we do something to determine once and for all who Daphne's father is, she wouldn't even hear of it. Accused me of trying to "cause a disruption" in her life, and even to punish Philip, who knew nothing about any of this and never would, or so she insisted.
The only thing I can figure is that Victoriana doesn't want to know who she sired this child with. She apparently relishes the mystery, the possibility that she's got some piece of me- and getting answers would ruin that for her.
Anyway, we can discuss it more at supper. I wanted to get out the basic details to you here so that we can speak in more covert terms then. Speaking of covert- had a good long look at those transcripts this morning. See a few bits that seem... off. But I can't tell if Stint is up to something suspicious or if he's just being a pain in the arse. It's clear to me now that he's the worst type of Ravenclaw- the kind who likes to butt into everything and ask a load of questions just to see people if they can make someone flounder. So yeah, we'll compare notes.
See you soon, love.
For a start, having her come to Spence seemed to put certain...expectations into her head. She was dressed to the nines, as if meeting with the Lord Protector himself, and was all ready to reminisce about our days at Hogwarts together. I suppose that's what she thought I was having her over for- a nice little stroll down memory lane. Which isn't to say that she tried any of her charms on me- far from it. She spoke about Philip and her girls in glowing terms and clearly loves being the lady of the Greengrass household.
So I thought she'd turn silent, maybe even angry, when I brought up Daphne. She did look shocked for a split second, but then she tried to... it was the oddest thing, but she tried to change the subject. "Oh yes, it's true that I don't really know if Daphne is yours or Philip's, but don't trouble yourself over it, I'm not asking anything of you, Raz, and I'll see to it that Daphne doesn't, either. Now, you really must tell me where you procured this tea, it has the most exquisite bergamot flavour."
Well, not quite so abrupt as that, but you get the idea.
When I suggested that we do something to determine once and for all who Daphne's father is, she wouldn't even hear of it. Accused me of trying to "cause a disruption" in her life, and even to punish Philip, who knew nothing about any of this and never would, or so she insisted.
The only thing I can figure is that Victoriana doesn't want to know who she sired this child with. She apparently relishes the mystery, the possibility that she's got some piece of me- and getting answers would ruin that for her.
Anyway, we can discuss it more at supper. I wanted to get out the basic details to you here so that we can speak in more covert terms then. Speaking of covert- had a good long look at those transcripts this morning. See a few bits that seem... off. But I can't tell if Stint is up to something suspicious or if he's just being a pain in the arse. It's clear to me now that he's the worst type of Ravenclaw- the kind who likes to butt into everything and ask a load of questions just to see people if they can make someone flounder. So yeah, we'll compare notes.
See you soon, love.