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Bah, Stop with the mush, please! Elliot rolled her eyes, and took a step towards the huge window...it was a pleasant day, wasn't it? She wondered how it was in France. "What's the weather like in France right now?" she asked randomly, but in her mind, it wasn't. Was Dani wearing a coat if it was cold? Was she being good? How was her French? She had been thinking these things a lot lately.
she sounded like her mother. And it scared Elliot just a bit.
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NO! Elliot grabbed the other girl's wrist..."You can NOT do that! No! It would social suicide...and plus, Miss Black, it would be appalling to your family. You'll be blotted off the tree, go down in history as one of the worst Blacks EVER! Even worse than being in Hufflepuff!" she cried, not caring that Presley's cousin Awar was in Hufflepuff...because Elliot didn't even like her.
Sure, Elliot disliked her father sometimes...disliked the control he had on her life, disliked having to live in the obscure mountains of Scotland awaaaay from society because of his job(though, granted, their manor was amazing!) disliked having a little brother, and mostly disliked how little she got to see of her idol, she could never abandon her family. Never. It was almost like ...no, THE worst thing someone could do, in her book. "We'll have freedom when we grow up. We will." She sounded hopeful...but she didn't know if she even believed the words.
And then, "Where would you live, anyways, Presley. You're always welcome at my house, but you know the complications of that. And if you DO cut him off..." she sighed, and lowered her voice..."My father might not let me be friends with you. Not that I would listen to him...but..." it just wouldn't be right.
Presley just coouldn't!!!!
The weather in France seemed like such a random question. They were discussing whether or not they were friends, and all of the sudden the topic was weather? Presley shrugged.
"I don't know. It's October, so probably around 12 degrees." She looked at Elliot quizically. Where had that question come from?
"Maybe just a bit warmer than it is here." Because Scotland was definitely freezing as it got later into October.
When Elliot grabbed Presley's wrist it startled her and she yanked her hand away. It wasn't intended as rude, it was just a reflex reaction. Pres had never known Elliot to grab her wrist before. That was normally what Presley did. But Elliot's words were sound. Presley's rash and upset judgement hadn't accounted for all of the potential reactions if she did do that. Elliot was right. She would have to make up with her father. There was no other option.
"Freedom?" Presley's tone questioned Elliot's sanity. They would never have freedom.
"Elliot, even if we manage to reach adulthood without our families controlling our every social move, we live in the public eye. We can't be free. Because that implies that we can do whatever we want, and nobody will care. It's not true. People will always be paying attention to what we do, and they won't hesitate to give that information to the world in the worst possible light." She shook her head. Unless they managed to permanently change who they were...
"We can't ever be free." she repeated.
Presley nodded.
"You're right. Of course you are. I didn't think about those things." She took a deep breath.
"I'm just so mad at them" she said in frustration.
"But you're right. I have to make up with them. Otherwise I'm doomed." Okay, it sounded a bit dramatic, but it was true. If she thought her life was hell now, it was nothing compared to what it could be if she publicly disowned her father. She would write him a letter today. She had to.
"I need to write to him." But what on earth would she say to make it better? She'd had diplomacy lessons when she was young, but they had never applied to her father before. She turned to Elliot, trusting her completely for just a second.
"Will you help me write the letter? I want it to sound right." And Elliot was good with words.