15th of March, 1891
My dearest Papa,
I will preface this letter by assuring you that I do not follow the gossip tabloids, but it is hard not to know what Witch Weekly is up to when you share a dorm with teenage girls. As such, it has come to my notice that the magazine has written about our own Claudius' wife.
I am sure that these are silly lies fabricated to sell more copies. In any case, there is no denial that my cousin is nothing like my dearest departed aunt.
It is curious indeed that, even though she attended a year at Finishing School, she has turned our the way she has. Come think of it, many of the alumnae of Auntie Olivia's school have turned out to be bad fruit, if you will. I do not wish to speak ill of my dearest aunt, but I do think that her passing has lowered the quality of the school.
I do wonder if it's worth me losing a year of the Social Season to attend a school that has nothing meaningful to offer me. There is no doubt that I will be one of the treasures of this season and any powerful pureblooded family would want to have me as it's bride.
Don't you think it would be better if I didn't attend the school at all? There is no need for me to be finished - like Aristotle, I believe I am already perfect in any way needed. Perhaps what I need is a flaw to make me more relatable and so to not turn potential suitors away.
I do not want to push you to a decision, but merely to consider.
Love,
Your Seneca
Lucius Lestrange
My dearest Papa,
I will preface this letter by assuring you that I do not follow the gossip tabloids, but it is hard not to know what Witch Weekly is up to when you share a dorm with teenage girls. As such, it has come to my notice that the magazine has written about our own Claudius' wife.
I am sure that these are silly lies fabricated to sell more copies. In any case, there is no denial that my cousin is nothing like my dearest departed aunt.
It is curious indeed that, even though she attended a year at Finishing School, she has turned our the way she has. Come think of it, many of the alumnae of Auntie Olivia's school have turned out to be bad fruit, if you will. I do not wish to speak ill of my dearest aunt, but I do think that her passing has lowered the quality of the school.
I do wonder if it's worth me losing a year of the Social Season to attend a school that has nothing meaningful to offer me. There is no doubt that I will be one of the treasures of this season and any powerful pureblooded family would want to have me as it's bride.
Don't you think it would be better if I didn't attend the school at all? There is no need for me to be finished - like Aristotle, I believe I am already perfect in any way needed. Perhaps what I need is a flaw to make me more relatable and so to not turn potential suitors away.
I do not want to push you to a decision, but merely to consider.
Love,
Your Seneca
Lucius Lestrange