84. Angry

“MORGAN!” roared a voice from downstairs.

Emily swallowed uncomfortably. She’d either done something wrong, or didn’t do something right... she couldn’t tell. Either way, daddy dearest wasn’t in a good mood. Bracing herself she wandered downstairs and through to the drawing room.

“Yes Father?” she asked in a level voice.

He stopped pacing, and glared at her, an official looking parchment clenched in his fist. “FOUR E’S!” he bellowed crossing the room to meet her. Ahh, the O.W.L results had arrived. Emily bit her lower lip, it wasn’t that bad was it?

“You’re a disappointment.”

“I know,” replied Emily.

Sigh.