A stroll in the 1800's doesn't sound too bad, you get to take a stroll with your fictional crush so that wasn't bad at all. You wondered about your family at home though, how long have you been asleep in your real home, your real world.
"Are you okay?" Philip asked, as his walking stopped.
"Oh, yeah, I'm okay just lost in thought, that's all," You said, giving him a faint smile.
"Okay, do you want to take a quick break?" Philip asked, walking towards a park bench.
"Yeah, sure, these heels are killing me," You said, as he let you sit down first.
"So tell me about yourself," Philip said, sitting down next to you.
"Um well, I'm nineteen, I love painting, and writing," You said, turning to Philip, "What about you?"
"I go to King's College, I'm nineteen as well, and I'm a poet," Philip said.
"Ooh, that's cool, I love poems," You said, an excited glint in your eye.
"Oh, really, I write them all the time," Philip said, excited, his face turning a dusty pink.
"In my opinion, poems are a secret message, only the writer knows the meaning," You said, looking at your surroundings.
"Yeah, I think so too," Philip said, trying to find what you are looking at.
You and Philip continued on with your walk, talking about all of your interests not even realising that you two have so much in common.
{Timeskip after the tour}
"I found Lucinda," An old lady said, to the left of us.
"That's Y/n mom, I'm Lucinda," A younger woman said, "Y/n, where have you been?"
"Uh, Do I know you?" You said, turning to the woman.
"Uh, how do you not know who I am, I'm your mother," Lucinda said.
"Oh, sorry," You said, playing along. I think she's my {far too many greats} great grandma, your mother talked about when she was making your family tree. Very pretty compared to the paintings though.
"Come on dinner's cooking at home, say goodbye to- this handsome gentleman," Lucinda said, as Philip bowed to your great-grandmother.
"Goodbye, Philip thank you for the wonderful walk," You said, Philip brought your hand to his face.
"You're welcome, I hope we meet again," Philip said, putting a gentle kiss onto your hand.
"Bye, Philip," You waved as you walked away with your great-grandmother and your other great-grandmother.
{Timeskip to dinnertime at the Burrow House}
Lucinda made Chicken pot-pie tonight, but before she sat down to eat she ran upstairs and came back downstairs with and opened letter.
"What's that Luci?" Your grandma asked.
"It's a letter for Y/n, Do you want me to read it out loud dear?" Your mother asked.
"Oh, yeah sure go ahead," You said, waiting for her to start reading.
"Dear Y/n Y/LN,
We are glad to inform you that...
You are accepted into King's College for Literature and Fine arts.
Your first day will start tomorrow at 8:00am, head to the office to pick your electives.
Sincerely,
Principle Clint"
"Aren't you excited, dear?" Lucinda asked, super excited.
"Mmh, of course," You said, taking a bite out of the chicken pot-pie.
"Well, this is the school you really wanted to go to, I expected a more exciting reaction," Lucinda said, cleaning up the kitchen.
"Oh, I'm just tired," You said, finishing your dinner and placing your dish into the sink.
"Well, you should head to bed then, big day tomorrow," Lucinda said.
"Yeah, which one is my room again?" You asked, walking up the stairs.
"The last door on your right, why are you forgetting so much today?" Lucinda worried.
"I fell out of a tree earlier today, maybe that's why," You said, walking towards your room.
"Okay, rest up, if you need help with your corset let me know," Lucinda said, hollering.
"Okay, mom!" You hollered back.
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Hey readers, hope you're enjoying it, so you're going to call Lucinda, mom. And grandma Alora, grandma. Bc I don't want to write 10,000 greats everytime they talk.
Okay love you guys!
-Bri
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