Christabel leaned back in the chair, one foot up on a footstool, pulling at strands of her hair in contemplation. She was really rather proud of her big brother for committing himself to his.

'For you... she mused aloud, her head tilted back, staring at the carved ceiling rose. 'they may want to ask you, why you've never shown an interest in politics before...' it was a slightly awkward, and something of an elephant in the room. ' which does beg the question as to why now?'

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I am my mother's savage daughter, The one who runs barefoot cursing sharp stones

I am my mother's savage daughter, I will not cut my hair, I will not lower my voice
MJ made glory