Post by Liz Reeves on Aug 23, 2016 3:36:19 GMT -5
After leaving Zach’s office, she’d made a beeline to the library, her broom on her back. She had a hunch that was where she’d find Edmund. After passing a few giggling third years, she spotted him sitting alone in a corner with his book. As much as she wanted to march right up to him and demand he tell his parents to call of this charade, she knew that wouldn’t work so well. No, this demanded strategy. Unfortunately, it wasn’t Quidditch strategy. She was actually good at that.
She'd entered the library quite abruptly, her racing broom and tossled appearance startling a few of the students who were studying. She decided to move towards the only section of the library she knew, and make up a plan there. Watching Edmund out of the corner of her eye, she started picking up Quidditch books that she’d already read countless times before. Honestly, she owned most of these books. Well, her family did, and if she didn’t go along with what they wanted, or at least seemed too, she wouldn’t have any of them. Or anything at all. She flicked through the book with her lips pressed tight against each other, not doing much reading.
Instead, she was working on a list of things that would get this engagement cancelled. Ever since she’d accepted what was going on, she’d been working on this list. First one was finding some sort of muggle heritage in the Strangeway line. Any obvious, undeniably muggle heritage would cause her parents to cancel the marriage immediately. Other than that, he could be disinherited as heir. She suspected before now, and after seeing him and Llwellyn flirting at the party she was pretty sure that, he wasn’t completely straight. While that wasn’t the dirty little family secret it used to be, it was still fairly damning for an heir. In addition, if none of those worked, maybe she could concuss him with her broomstick. That might conniving him to stop the engagement. Though that was a last resort, she didn’t want her Firebolt Ultimate to get damaged. Putting the book back where it belonged she headed over to where he was reading.
“Edmund,” she spoke to get his attention, her hand tense on the broomstick she held over her shoulder, “I assume you got a similar letter from your parents.”
For good measure, she tossed the crumpled up letter from her mother at him with her off hand. As it flew directly at his chest, she smiled: chaser reflects.
She'd entered the library quite abruptly, her racing broom and tossled appearance startling a few of the students who were studying. She decided to move towards the only section of the library she knew, and make up a plan there. Watching Edmund out of the corner of her eye, she started picking up Quidditch books that she’d already read countless times before. Honestly, she owned most of these books. Well, her family did, and if she didn’t go along with what they wanted, or at least seemed too, she wouldn’t have any of them. Or anything at all. She flicked through the book with her lips pressed tight against each other, not doing much reading.
Instead, she was working on a list of things that would get this engagement cancelled. Ever since she’d accepted what was going on, she’d been working on this list. First one was finding some sort of muggle heritage in the Strangeway line. Any obvious, undeniably muggle heritage would cause her parents to cancel the marriage immediately. Other than that, he could be disinherited as heir. She suspected before now, and after seeing him and Llwellyn flirting at the party she was pretty sure that, he wasn’t completely straight. While that wasn’t the dirty little family secret it used to be, it was still fairly damning for an heir. In addition, if none of those worked, maybe she could concuss him with her broomstick. That might conniving him to stop the engagement. Though that was a last resort, she didn’t want her Firebolt Ultimate to get damaged. Putting the book back where it belonged she headed over to where he was reading.
“Edmund,” she spoke to get his attention, her hand tense on the broomstick she held over her shoulder, “I assume you got a similar letter from your parents.”
For good measure, she tossed the crumpled up letter from her mother at him with her off hand. As it flew directly at his chest, she smiled: chaser reflects.
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