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Presley Black Father then. Presley dipped her best quill into the black ink and carefully penned 'Father'. She paused and sighed. "Elliot, I don't even know where to begin, and what to say to him." But she had to, didn't she?
Elliot was gifted with words. It was a Morganzo trait, she knew, because she had read in many books(written by her family, of course) about the lineage...they all ALWAYS seemed to talk themselves out of things. They could charming when need be...but usually their words were sharp, convincing, and very powerful.
Elliot knew the power of words. it was the greatest magic ever invented, a famous wizard once said..ahem, Dumbledore.
Elliot rolled her eyes at Presley.
"Start off by telling him how you felt when he sent you to beauxbatons. Also address why you think that he sent you, and tell him that you can totally see where he was coming from, or whatever, and just...be very factual. Don't get too emotional...even though you're talking about your emotions." Two different things.
Elliot could differentiate...