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- OOC First Name
- Claire
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- Muggleborn
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- Asexual
- Wand
- Straight 9 1/2 Inch Rigid Walnut Wand with Thestral Tail Hair Core
- Age
- 1/1999 (61)
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Monty understood why Mary Lou wanted to do this. But there were a lot of important decisions she could make that didn't involve committing the rest of her life to somebody. It concerned him that her fondness for Wendall was inspired at least in part by the basic respect she deserved from any relationship; but if she was so determined to take control of her life, and had made up her mind that this was the way she wanted to do it, Monty supposed it was a good thing she had chosen Wendall, he who would be kind enough to break her heart gently if he had to, and resilient enough to recover if she broke his. Who was to say it wouldn't last, anyway? Who was to say they shouldn't do marry, as if anybody knew their love like they did? Not Monty. Besides, he could see it in Mary Lou's eyes: he couldn't have stopped her if he'd tried. All that his further objections would have achieved was to make her feel guilty and miserable, and then she surely would have gone ahead with it anyway, only with a dampened spirit.
Monty turned to Leda. ”Mm - not quite,” he said. He might not have been able to stop Mary Lou, but he wouldn’t have felt he’d done his duty as the former professor of all the young adults in the room if he didn’t at least insist on taking her for a walk. Preparations for a second ceremony would take no less than an hour, anyway, providing the perfect window of opportunity for a stroll around the gardens. Mervyn and Wendall were left in charge of entertaining the children while Monty and Mary Lou went out through the French doors and started down a neat gravel path flanked with winter shrubs. It was a chilly day, but the path was exposed to the sun, and only a light wind twitched in the grass and made the weeds tremble.
When they had walked a little way, and Mary Lou was no longer riding a wave of adrenaline from Wendall’s proposal, Monty began to talk seriously. He was not an expert in love, and he was vastly underqualified to advise anybody on relationships, but he cared about Mary Lou's welfare, and this was apparent in the questions he asked, the points upon which he pushed her to elaborate, and the pauses he offered her to reflect on how she felt. He did not try to talk her out of marrying Wendall, but gently brought to her awareness a number of points she might not hitherto have considered, and which, had there been any doubt in her mind as to whether she was making the right decision, might have tempered her enthusiasm for long enough for Monty to catch her expression falter, and to feel his concern was valid. But Mary Lou did not falter. And Monty let it go.
As they reached the French doors, but before they went back inside, he turned to her and said, "You'll always be welcome in our family. If I can do anything for you, anything at all, you know where to find me. Shall we?"
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Monty understood why Mary Lou wanted to do this. But there were a lot of important decisions she could make that didn't involve committing the rest of her life to somebody. It concerned him that her fondness for Wendall was inspired at least in part by the basic respect she deserved from any relationship; but if she was so determined to take control of her life, and had made up her mind that this was the way she wanted to do it, Monty supposed it was a good thing she had chosen Wendall, he who would be kind enough to break her heart gently if he had to, and resilient enough to recover if she broke his. Who was to say it wouldn't last, anyway? Who was to say they shouldn't do marry, as if anybody knew their love like they did? Not Monty. Besides, he could see it in Mary Lou's eyes: he couldn't have stopped her if he'd tried. All that his further objections would have achieved was to make her feel guilty and miserable, and then she surely would have gone ahead with it anyway, only with a dampened spirit.
Monty turned to Leda. ”Mm - not quite,” he said. He might not have been able to stop Mary Lou, but he wouldn’t have felt he’d done his duty as the former professor of all the young adults in the room if he didn’t at least insist on taking her for a walk. Preparations for a second ceremony would take no less than an hour, anyway, providing the perfect window of opportunity for a stroll around the gardens. Mervyn and Wendall were left in charge of entertaining the children while Monty and Mary Lou went out through the French doors and started down a neat gravel path flanked with winter shrubs. It was a chilly day, but the path was exposed to the sun, and only a light wind twitched in the grass and made the weeds tremble.
When they had walked a little way, and Mary Lou was no longer riding a wave of adrenaline from Wendall’s proposal, Monty began to talk seriously. He was not an expert in love, and he was vastly underqualified to advise anybody on relationships, but he cared about Mary Lou's welfare, and this was apparent in the questions he asked, the points upon which he pushed her to elaborate, and the pauses he offered her to reflect on how she felt. He did not try to talk her out of marrying Wendall, but gently brought to her awareness a number of points she might not hitherto have considered, and which, had there been any doubt in her mind as to whether she was making the right decision, might have tempered her enthusiasm for long enough for Monty to catch her expression falter, and to feel his concern was valid. But Mary Lou did not falter. And Monty let it go.
As they reached the French doors, but before they went back inside, he turned to her and said, "You'll always be welcome in our family. If I can do anything for you, anything at all, you know where to find me. Shall we?"
