"Then we'll have to get you a diff'rent charm," Aubrey said patiently, grinning over at her. He'd love her no less, and brave and loyal and strong-willed as she already was, his youngest sister had a cast of qualities that were all her own, so Gryffindor was not the only house in reach. "If anyone's gonna go and be their own person, it's you, Henry," he told her.
"And all of us are sure you'll reach for the stars, soon enough," Aubrey commented with a mysterious smile, trying not to glance over at Jacob (who'd made more progress than any of the rest of them had in that direction, not that he had necessarily gone far.) But maybe Henrietta would do better than them all. There'd be no bitterness from him about that.
The mysterious smile had been about one of her presents: a telescope. Second-hand, true, and it rattled a little when one retracted it, but it was of fine quality, and had some pretty etching along the side. It was only another thing on the school equipment list; she'd need it for Astronomy classes. But it was something that could be hers. In another package, they'd bundled together a mismatched set of quills and inks, in more styles and colours that she would need, but which she might have some fun with as she got better with her writing. "They're not much," Aubrey admitted, "but."
"And all of us are sure you'll reach for the stars, soon enough," Aubrey commented with a mysterious smile, trying not to glance over at Jacob (who'd made more progress than any of the rest of them had in that direction, not that he had necessarily gone far.) But maybe Henrietta would do better than them all. There'd be no bitterness from him about that.
The mysterious smile had been about one of her presents: a telescope. Second-hand, true, and it rattled a little when one retracted it, but it was of fine quality, and had some pretty etching along the side. It was only another thing on the school equipment list; she'd need it for Astronomy classes. But it was something that could be hers. In another package, they'd bundled together a mismatched set of quills and inks, in more styles and colours that she would need, but which she might have some fun with as she got better with her writing. "They're not much," Aubrey admitted, "but."
Formerly known as Davis, Elijah Urquart's pet hedgehog.