Elliot had overruled her previous idea to go out and sit by the lake. She didn't like being outside...why did she even want to do that in the first place? She decided to come in the library; she had a letter from her father. She figured that it wasn't going to be good. The common room was far too full; she thought the library would be the perfect place. Plus, she wanted to read a book.
She opened the letter, her fingers trembling lightly.
Quote:
Elliot Mitchell Morganzo,
I am severely disappointed in you. Ravenclaw? Should have been a Hufflepuff...don't you know the hat lets you choose? Of course not. Don't expect many letters from me. I am busy with work, and you'll be busy with school. I suppose you'll be using that clever MIND of yours, since you're in Ravenclaw. I had to write to Grandfather and tell him the news as well. I thought he was going to die of shock...you should feel terrible. It is your fault, afterall. Anyways, I am ending this letter now...remember your roots, your father, your blood. Just because you're in Ravenclaw, don't forget who you are, Elliot Mitchell.
-Darius Marcus Morganzo
Elliot, who was reasonably prepared for the blow, sighed. It was still a dagger to her heart. She folded up the letter carefully, stowing it back into her pocket. Her mother's letter was nicer, more encouraging, and longer. For once, Elliot was glad to have her mother.
She sighed again, rubbing her eyes. She didn't cry. That would show weakness. She simply stared across the room, her eyes narrowed. Elliot was deeply upset.