Dear Maria, Count Me In (The Secret of Moonacre AU Fanfiction)

The One with the Call

"For next class, please read chapter 9 and be ready to discuss the social and political impact of the Norman Conquest on England—and don't forget, your essays are due this Friday. Have a wonderful day and stay safe!"

Maria watched, unblinking, as square after black square disappeared from the virtual 'room'. Not even the professor had their camera on.

'This meeting has been ended by the host.'

The zoom window finally closed.

Maria blinked.

4:56 pm read the time centered against the starlit wallpaper of her Mac book screen. She turned to look at her planner that was strewn over her bed.

No more classes for the day.

Maria fell back onto her bed with a groan. She rubbed her dry eyes, not caring one bit that she was smearing the little make-up she coaxed herself into putting on that morning.

"'Dress the part' they said. 'It'll make you feel normal' they said," Maria mumbled to herself.

She didn't feel normal, all she felt was drained. It was the start of her second year at university... and well over six months into a pandemic that showed no signs of stopping.

She raised her iphone. 4:57 pm. The locking screen was of her family. A picture taken the day of her nephew's first birthday, December 2019. Georgie was centered in the picture, sitting between her uncle Benjamin and Loveday. Maria stood next to her uncle, leaning over his shoulder, while Ms. Heliotrope, their nanny, was by her side with an arm around her back. To Loveday's other side was Loveday's father, Mr. De Noir, and her brother, Robin.

Maria wiped her eyes with the hem of her t-shirt. It felt like an eternity since she last saw them. She missed them. Unlike her roommates, she didn't move back home at the beginning of lockdown. She had just started an internship, one that was supposed to go well into the summer. Yet only 3 months later, she and the rest of the interns were dismissed, with promises to still receive full class credits.

With public transportation being the only way to get home, she didn't want to risk her or her family's safety. Yet day after day, her longing for home depressingly grew like the number of covid cases.

María turned on her side and clicked her laptop back on. She opened the FaceTime app and typed in Loveday's name.

She propped herself on her elbow and began the call. As she waited, she grimaced at her disheveled appearance. Her red curls were in a messy bun, black mascara smeared around her eyes, her university-themed t-shirt was slipping over her shoulder. The very picture of a work-from-home student.

Lately, she and Loveday had begun a new game, 'Fashion: Covid'. They would jokingly judge each other's 'outfit', as well as the rest of the family's, as though they were judges on Project Runway or Next in Fashion. Maria smiled. She couldn't wait to see what Loveday would tease her about today.

"Maria!" A husky voice greeted, "It's been a while—"

Her eyes flew open as she slammed her laptop shut.

She scrambled out of bed, stumbling over her laptop's charging cables and ran to her bathroom. Maria washed her face with cold water and soap, doing nothing more than smearing her make-up.

"Oh bugger..." Maria pried open her mirror cabinet, spilling some products as she grabbed her make-up remover. 'What was Robin doing at the Manor?' Maria hastily squirted the remover onto the cotton ball, splashing some on her shirt and cursing under her breath. She scrubbed her eyes, ignoring the sting of the liquid seeping in.