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Sylvia Mordue
How about we make it more like home?
Mon Apr 23, 2018 09:40
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Sylvia had felt that the end of term couldn’t come fast enough. She had been very keen to go home and see her parents anyway, and then Nate had got sick, which had been dreadful. She had initially been mortified when the strange and improper Teppenpaw came over and spoke to her, but when his reason why became apparent, she had relaxed in terms of the social implications - he was merely a messenger, not someone seeking an interaction with her - although of course she had been quite upset over Nate being ill. She had visited him in the hospital wing, and spent time talking with him and reading to him. It wasn’t deadly serious, but it did seem like it was trickier to shift than the average fever. She had been very relieved when he was allowed to be up and about again. And then they had been told what the illness was (on the plus side, anyone who might have been thinking negatively of him after his displays in class could damn well revise their opinion pretty fast) and that they could not go home (that was definitely a downside).

The whole quarantine business was really quite upsetting. Christmas at home was always wonderful. There were so many parties. And, whilst she and Nathaniel weren’t old enough to go, she always got to help mother pick out her dresses and jewellery. And she and Simon did get to go sometimes when they went calling on people, or sit in on coffee and petit-fours when people came to call on them. She missed petit-fours, especially the little mint chocolate cakes enrobed in dark chocolate and decorated to look like Christmas presents. Those were her favourites. And then there was all the time they spent together as a family, when no one else was there… Something she had previously regarded as somewhat blank time, waiting for the next event or set of visitors, but which she now missed more than any of the rest. The chance to just relax. To be them. To not be on show… She had been looking forward to all the private times spent with just her family. Not to mention the presents. Of course her parents could owl them to her, but it wasn’t the same as being together to get them. She had never much understood all the moralising about ‘the best joy of Christmas is in giving’ but she found that the idea of presents without the people responsible did feel like something was missing. Not being able to give hugs and kisses and be called Daddy’s little princess made the gifts lack a certain something. Perhaps this wasn’t yet quite a full embracing of the spirit of giving, so much as the joy she supposed she brought her parents in that regard, but she realised that, if Christmas was just about the presents, it would have felt the same by now, and it definitely didn’t.

On Christmas Day itself, they had spent a large part of their time in front of one of the fireplaces in the hall. Simon had brought down all their presents from home (which he, as de facto head of the family for the season, had been entrusted with), and Sylvia had unwrapped many lovely things, ranging from simple things like pretty little ink bottles and a warm but fashionable hat, up to a new necklace and earring set for her growing collection of nice jewellery. She wasn’t sure whether it was the festive season or her placement in Crotalus (or both) that had inspired the choice, but she was very pleased with the pieces, which consisted of a pear shaped garnet with a round clear topaz set between it and the bale, on a short rose gold chain. The earrings consisted of a similar arrangement, with a small rose stud from which the topazes and garnets hung. They had also exchanged presents with each other. Nate and Simon were both actually relatively easy to buy for, having distinct hobbies. She had bought Simon a new Quidditch scarf. It was Crotalus red with red and silver tassels. At one end, picked out in silver, was a rattlesnake, at the other a ‘C’ in a shield, each with three stripes above it.

“C for Crotalus, or C for Captain,” she had explained. “Not so overt that it’s a snub to your co-captain, but it still shows how proud I am of you.” She also thought it showed how much attention she’d paid in etiquette classes and very much hoped that Simon noticed this fact too.

For Nate, she had got a new photo album. She had written ‘Sonora Memories’ on the front page in her best calligraphy and decorated the border of the page with a lovely watercolour showing the desert landscape below and the flourishing flora of Sonora’s more temperate climate across the top.

Not quite feeling like making a spectacle of themselves in the hall, they had opted for some pen and paper games rather than charades before heading upstairs to put away their presents and then call their parents, Sylvia proudly wearing her new jewellery. There had been time for a brisk walk once they had finished their calls, and then they had gone back upstairs to change for dinner. Her parents had sent her several sets of clothes (which counted as essentials, not gifts and thus had arrived directly to her) including two outfits for Christmas Day. Her daytime outfit had consisted of a white twinset, the cardigan made from angora, and a red a-line skirt. She was slightly more formal for dinner, in a light blue dress which made the red of her new garnet stand out beautifully.

The three of them congregated in the hall for dinner. This was perhaps the strangest part of the day. When they had been themselves around the fire, they had been able to do all sorts to try to make it feel like home, but now they were surrounded by everyone else, and it was harder to pretend that there was even the slightest semblance of normality. She was seated between her brother and her cousin, and that made it feel a little better, but it still wasn’t very like home at all. However respectable some of the company here was, she didn’t want to share Christmas dinner with them. She missed everything about their Christmas that made it theirs.

“Oh,” she blinked in surprise, as she glanced down and found a familiar plate in front of her. Glances to the left and right told her that she, Simon and Nathaniel (but no one else) now had their places set with the Mordue family best china - the white set, with gold filigree borders which they used for Christmas. How marvellous! How had that happened? “Oh,” she said again, in realisation.

OOC - details of how they spent their day confirmed with the other Mordue author

  • When Nathaniel had fallen ill, Simon had of course gone to visit his cousin and see that he was comfortably settled into the hospital wing, but he had thought relatively little of it. Perhaps... more
    • How about we make it more like home? — Sylvia Mordue, Mon Apr 23 09:40
      • I'd approve, except for it making you ill.Nathaniel (with a bit of Simon), Sat May 5 21:50
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        • Sylvia was a little surprised by Nate’s tone being so full of sympathy and concern. She was actually quite pleased to see the plates. But of course, overall, having the illness wasn’t good. It might... more
          • That’s the spirit.Simon and Nathaniel , Tue May 8 20:39
            Nathaniel and Sylvia had, on examination, almost precisely the same eyes, but no matter how long they continued to do so, it never ceased to surprise Simon slightly whenever he noticed it. It was, he ... more
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