[Hogwarts Between] Seluna/Nxbrinr's - Breakfast Plans

[Kris Kunkel]

On 11/6/07, Fiona Trumitch <fjcute at gmail.com> wrote:
> On 11/5/07, Kris Kunkel <kris.kunkel at gmail.com> wrote:
> > On 10/30/07, Fiona Trumitch <fjcute at gmail.com> wrote:
> > > On 10/27/07, Liz Trumitch <liz.trumitch at gmail.com> wrote:
> > > > Daichi Nxbrinr watched his daughter and her friend eat breakfast.
> > > > "I've got to tell you, Seluna, I shouldn't be doing this.  Used to be
> > > > friends with your parents, you know, before they got all... 'nutters'.
> > > >  Feel bad for you, I do..." he sighed.  "Just this one time, Seluna,
> > > > but I can't be harboring run-aways.  Your parents could go to the
> > > > muggle authorities and then there'd be all kind of trouble."
> > > >
> > > > He sighed again.  "But, here we are.  Just this one time.  So, we send
> > > > letters back today and then go to the Diagon Alley for the many
> > > > things.  Koramori, your mother left a note for you of things to do
> > > > before we go."
> > >
> > > "Thanks Mr. Nxbrinr," Seluna said gratefully. "What's the list say Mori?"
> >
> > Koramori had already tied her hair back with a black ribbon, a sure
> > sign of intensity. "It says we're *never* going to make it to Diagon
> > Alley of my mother has anything to say about it." She sighs
> > dramatically.
> >
> > "Mostly chores, ones I wouldn't have to do if my parents had a house
> > elf!" Heading to the kitchen, Mori rolls back the black and red
> > striped sleeves that matched the red and black striped hair she was
> > sporting this morning.
> >
> > "You want the kitchen or the living room?" she asked turning over the
> > list to Seluna.
>
> " I'll do the kitchen." she said. " And I don't approve of house
> elves. It's cruel that the poor creatures have to be treated like
> slaves."

"It's their lot in life," Mori answers. "They like to serve, or at
least they put on a good show the last time we visited with my
great-aunt," Mori says, turning toward the living room. "I couldn't do
the work they do an pretend to like it. I'm just not that good an
actress," she says with a dramatic flair, her hand to her forehead as
if she might faint. He smile spreads, black lipstick around white
teeth. "Well, since we don't have any help, not even wands of our own
yet, let's get to it."

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