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3rd December
11:00am



Hogsmeade weekends were one of Matilda’s favorite times. Running around the town, buying treats, relaxing away from the pressure of school and on occasion, meeting with her Grandfather. Bertram had been busy with the trials of her Headmistress and Deputy, one had come out unscathed, one was currently living in Azkaban.

Thankfully, he had this weekend off, so they were meeting for afternoon tea. When he wasn’t busy, they would meet once a month, so Tilly was excited to see Bram. Alice came along, as she normally did, but Ever stayed back at the castle. She was too sensitive to come out at this point. Tilly was hoping to talk with Bram about what they could do to help. “Do you see him yet? Maybe he’s running late.” Matilda and Alice were running late, but it appeared that he was running even later.

When the click clack of heels sounded on the stone floor the hair on the back of Tilly's neck stood on end. She knew that sound, the cadence of the steps was burned into her brain. It could only be one person, but there was no way Bram would bring her here. Turning around to look over her shoulder, Matilda saw Allegra, her grandmother, dressed in a smart tweed dress, high collar and five inch stiletto heels. An emerald green velvet robe draped over her shoulders, her red hair secured in a tight chignon. Her signature hairstyle.

It had been over a year since she had laid eyes on the red-haired woman. It still stung that they shared the bright red hair and blue eyes. A rare trait that few in the family possessed. Matilda stood up, shoulders back, eyes locked with hers ready for a fight. She wasn’t a 12 year old little girl anymore, she wouldn’t tolerate her grandmother's abuse anymore.

“What are you doing here?" she asked in a rushed angry nervous tone. The side of Allegra's mouth tipped up in a smirk that never meant anything good. “It's nice to see that your grandfather is still so predictable. I’m sure he will be here later, but is currently detained. Oh well.”

Matilda's stomach dropped, the sour feeling that only came from dealing with Allegra Nordstrom settled in. Matilda stood quickly, looking at Alice for backup. “I'm leaving. I will not sit here and listen to you after everything you've done to me. You don't get my time.”

As Tilly took a step to leave hoping that Alice would follow, Allegra grabbed her by the wrist stopping her movement. “You will sit your ass down and you will listen to what I have to say.” Allegra said in a bitter, angry voice. Low and cold so that only Tilly and Alice could hear. The skin of her wrist burned with the touch. It wouldn’t bruise, but she would feel her touch for hours.

Tilly's hands shook with anger and fear. She hated this woman more than she could ever describe. The feeling of the slap on her face, the memory of being terribly hungry locked away in her room. The training sessions to make her the perfect pure blood princess. It was all too much. As if on autopilot Tilly sat down, lips set in a firm line, arms crossed over herself as if it would protect her. She sat, staring at her grandmother, hoping that Bram would come in to save the day like he did years ago. Saving her from the abuse.

Allegra brought her bag to her lap and started rifling through the contents. Pulling out a long thin cigarette, she lit it by magic. Allegra took a few puffs, causing Tilly to screw her face up in disgust. The smell of her cigarettes almost made her stomach roll, a smell she would only ever associate to her evil grandmother. Tilly looked at Alice worry in her eyes silently pleading for them to get up and leave.

Allegra took out a folder from her bag and set it in front of Tilly, a simple manilla folder with nothing written on the front to alert Tilly to what the contents might be. ”You will be happy to know,” Allegra said, taking another puff. ”I have started the process of securing you a proper husband.”

Tilly's eyes went wide, her arms fell to her side speechless from the words her grandmother just spoke.

”I am 16 years old. I am too young to marry. What the hell do you mean, securing me a husband?” Tilly said, voice shaking with shock and fear. The look on Allegra's face spoke volumes; she didn't like Tilly talking back.

”You are in Nordstrom! You will not be allowed to find just anyone to marry. There are standards. Did you think that we would let you marry for love?” Allegra said with a cackle. Oh naive little girl. There are a few families I’m in discussions with. One prospect that seems very excited, is a lovely man from Greece. Paolo, he just turned 30 and has a very high profile career in the restaurant industry. He owns five around Europe and is opening more in Asia.”

Tilly sat there slack-jawed, eyes wide, unable to comprehend the words coming out of her grandmother's mouth. “30? Did you say he was 30? There is no way in hell that I am going to marry a 30 year old man just because he meets your stupid criteria.”

Leaning forward Allegra's cold, unfeeling eyes stared daggers into Tilly.

“You will do what I say, you ungrateful little brat. You have zero control over this situation. I am your guardian. I will tell you who to marry and you have no say in the matter. Do you understand me?”]]> Saturday
3rd December
11:00am



Hogsmeade weekends were one of Matilda’s favorite times. Running around the town, buying treats, relaxing away from the pressure of school and on occasion, meeting with her Grandfather. Bertram had been busy with the trials of her Headmistress and Deputy, one had come out unscathed, one was currently living in Azkaban.

Thankfully, he had this weekend off, so they were meeting for afternoon tea. When he wasn’t busy, they would meet once a month, so Tilly was excited to see Bram. Alice came along, as she normally did, but Ever stayed back at the castle. She was too sensitive to come out at this point. Tilly was hoping to talk with Bram about what they could do to help. “Do you see him yet? Maybe he’s running late.” Matilda and Alice were running late, but it appeared that he was running even later.

When the click clack of heels sounded on the stone floor the hair on the back of Tilly's neck stood on end. She knew that sound, the cadence of the steps was burned into her brain. It could only be one person, but there was no way Bram would bring her here. Turning around to look over her shoulder, Matilda saw Allegra, her grandmother, dressed in a smart tweed dress, high collar and five inch stiletto heels. An emerald green velvet robe draped over her shoulders, her red hair secured in a tight chignon. Her signature hairstyle.

It had been over a year since she had laid eyes on the red-haired woman. It still stung that they shared the bright red hair and blue eyes. A rare trait that few in the family possessed. Matilda stood up, shoulders back, eyes locked with hers ready for a fight. She wasn’t a 12 year old little girl anymore, she wouldn’t tolerate her grandmother's abuse anymore.

“What are you doing here?" she asked in a rushed angry nervous tone. The side of Allegra's mouth tipped up in a smirk that never meant anything good. “It's nice to see that your grandfather is still so predictable. I’m sure he will be here later, but is currently detained. Oh well.”

Matilda's stomach dropped, the sour feeling that only came from dealing with Allegra Nordstrom settled in. Matilda stood quickly, looking at Alice for backup. “I'm leaving. I will not sit here and listen to you after everything you've done to me. You don't get my time.”

As Tilly took a step to leave hoping that Alice would follow, Allegra grabbed her by the wrist stopping her movement. “You will sit your ass down and you will listen to what I have to say.” Allegra said in a bitter, angry voice. Low and cold so that only Tilly and Alice could hear. The skin of her wrist burned with the touch. It wouldn’t bruise, but she would feel her touch for hours.

Tilly's hands shook with anger and fear. She hated this woman more than she could ever describe. The feeling of the slap on her face, the memory of being terribly hungry locked away in her room. The training sessions to make her the perfect pure blood princess. It was all too much. As if on autopilot Tilly sat down, lips set in a firm line, arms crossed over herself as if it would protect her. She sat, staring at her grandmother, hoping that Bram would come in to save the day like he did years ago. Saving her from the abuse.

Allegra brought her bag to her lap and started rifling through the contents. Pulling out a long thin cigarette, she lit it by magic. Allegra took a few puffs, causing Tilly to screw her face up in disgust. The smell of her cigarettes almost made her stomach roll, a smell she would only ever associate to her evil grandmother. Tilly looked at Alice worry in her eyes silently pleading for them to get up and leave.

Allegra took out a folder from her bag and set it in front of Tilly, a simple manilla folder with nothing written on the front to alert Tilly to what the contents might be. ”You will be happy to know,” Allegra said, taking another puff. ”I have started the process of securing you a proper husband.”

Tilly's eyes went wide, her arms fell to her side speechless from the words her grandmother just spoke.

”I am 16 years old. I am too young to marry. What the hell do you mean, securing me a husband?” Tilly said, voice shaking with shock and fear. The look on Allegra's face spoke volumes; she didn't like Tilly talking back.

”You are in Nordstrom! You will not be allowed to find just anyone to marry. There are standards. Did you think that we would let you marry for love?” Allegra said with a cackle. Oh naive little girl. There are a few families I’m in discussions with. One prospect that seems very excited, is a lovely man from Greece. Paolo, he just turned 30 and has a very high profile career in the restaurant industry. He owns five around Europe and is opening more in Asia.”

Tilly sat there slack-jawed, eyes wide, unable to comprehend the words coming out of her grandmother's mouth. “30? Did you say he was 30? There is no way in hell that I am going to marry a 30 year old man just because he meets your stupid criteria.”

Leaning forward Allegra's cold, unfeeling eyes stared daggers into Tilly.

“You will do what I say, you ungrateful little brat. You have zero control over this situation. I am your guardian. I will tell you who to marry and you have no say in the matter. Do you understand me?”]]>