“I have,” Ella replied stiffly, her desire to ask questions of her own clawing its way to the surface. Rufina Mulciber was expected, as was Sirius given that the other children were far too young to grasp what was happening, but the other recipient had turned her blood cold. Had it really been him all these years? The short, scrawny fellow with the mad mother?
Ella had not read the letter, instead she had sent it as promised, all the while desperately trying to imagine other reasons why Ursula might write to Thom Pettigrew when she believed her life would soon be over.
“There wasn’t one for me,” she said instead, petulant despite herself. Admittedly their relations had not always been perfect but recently she had thought things were different – before Christmas things had become different. Defining her feelings for Ursula was utterly impossible but they did exist and they were certainly wounded by the omission.
fabulous set by Lady <3