We Don't Want Any

[Lisbeth Adler]

Lisbeth decided that she could only encourage this vast gap, void of knowledge. It was a good thing that the child knew very little of the history of magic- it would make the process of re-education, a lot easier. "Well, aren't you smart." Lisbeth commented in a positive sort of way. "But there is a lot more that you need to understand," Lisbeth took out her own wand, showing it to the child. She kept a very tight grip on it. There was a cloud of emotional darkness, hanging over their heads. How many lives had this wand taken? Lisbeth smiled, the deep red lips, curving into a dark smile. "For example, this is my wand. When you are old enough, you will have your own. You should never take this, or your father's wand. They are very important." Right, simple education of rules over, she could move on. Lisbeth pocketed her wand and beckoned for the child to follow as she opened the door.

Lisbeth walked to a room, decorated in shades of oak and green. There was a mirror in the corner, which seemed to be watching every person whom entered. Lisbeth walked directly to the dressing table, and picked up the only book laying on it. She turned to look in Floretta's direction. "This is a book on the history of magic. It will tell you everything you need know." Again, she offered the gift, holding it out for the child to take. It was quite an old book with a plain black cover and golden writing on the spine. 'The Value of Blood'. It was the only English book that Lisbeth possessed. She intended to help the child read through it, explaining its contents. Everything inside was written in favour of pure blood, spitting in the face of anything that wasn't pure. The author's name had long since faded away. Perhaps this was for the best.

 

[Floretta Adler]

Floretta smiled as her Aunt complimented her, and looked at her wand in envy. She was about to touch it when she re-pocketed it, and instead, Floretta followed her into another room. Floretta's own appearance wasn't really to her taste, but as she past the mirror, she couldn't help but put her fringe behind her ears and flatten the front of her dress down. Turning, she saw the book that her Aunt held, and was almost speechless. "I haven't been to school." she said, stating the obvious. This was a big book, and the only ones she'd seen had been small, and had lots of pictures in them. Floretta looked around the room, and found a big desk in one corner. She wandered over to it, climbing up onto the chair before kneeling up, and grabbing around for a pencil and a sheet of paper. Taking the pencil in her left hand, she stuck out her tongue and scribbled..

before thrusting the papaer in Aunt Lisbeth's direction and grinning at what she thought was her talent. "Daddy showed me how to do this"

 

[Lisbeth Adler]

Lisbeth's eyebrow practically flew off the top of her forehead. "Your daddy showed you that, did he?" Had the Francesca woman been telling the child that another man was her father? This did cause Lisbeth's temper to flare, briefly, and within the depths of her body. She disliked the woman enough, already. Floretta took the paper from Floretta, aiming her wand at it, and burning it into the tiniest shred. She summoned a fresh bulk pack of parchment, which she offered to the child, along with a quill and black ink. "We're going to spend the night doing something really fun," Lisbeth began with her sickly-sweet smile, though a harshness began to sweep her tone. "I am going to teach you how to read and write.. Properly."

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