"𝐚 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐧𝐢𝐜? 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐤𝐞."
"𝐨𝐡 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐠𝐨 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐬, 𝐓𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐨𝐫."
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IT WAS A WHILE AFTER her and James' interaction in defence against the dark arts, Monroe once again sat on the windowsill of her dorm with a cigarette hung between her fingers as she enjoyed her lunch the only way she knew how.
"Hello, Ivy." Monroe said, a small smile in her face as she stubbed out her cigarette and when her family's white own perched itself out of her window, a letter between her black beak as she ticketed her head in recognition to the blonde.
Monroe gently removed the flimsy parchment from the bird as she ripped the wax seal off of the envelope and took the contents out and scanned over the neatly written words.
Dear Monroe,
I hope this letter finds you well, I've written today to prewarn you, your father and I are set to attended a meeting at Abraxas Malfoys manor on the 23rd. Your father's adamant that William joins us this time. I've tried to convince him otherwise but he's stuck in his ways, your father believes this is the right decision so it's only acceptable that I am to agree with him. I know how stressed you get when your brothers involved, try your best to not cause more havoc this year. You know how your father gets when he receives owls about your behaviour.
- sincerely, mum
The letter was a piece of shit. A piece of propaganda to try and calm Monroes impending panic at its contents without a single trace of motherly love or comfort. Typical.
She didn't wast any time to slam her door open and run to the boys dorms in search of her brother. Monroe knew what occurred at those meetings, and she'd be damned if she let her brother go through that without any argument.
"Wait a fucking second!" The agitated voice of her brother yelled out from behind the door of his private dorm, Monroe didn't pay his words any attention, the blonde continuing her persistent pounding on the door until her brother finally yanked it open, a scowl on his face as he looked down at his sister, "what?"
"You've been smoking." William said in disapproval as his sister barged her way past him and into his dorm, his nose immediately picking up on the nicotine smell clinging to her clothes.
"Piss off you hypocrite." Monroe rolled her eyes as she pointed to the still smoking ash tray on the windowsill as she angrily slapped the letter she'd received form her mother onto his chest, "why didnt you tell me!"
