A letter had come for her at dinner, and she did not think much of it at first. The closer it grew to the end of the school year, the letters became more frequent—most from Aunt Nephele, inquiring about her upcoming debut and everything that entailed, but she had received other letters as well. Letters from former friends asking to meet up for tea once the school year concluded, letter from relatives congratulating her on her graduation a bit too soon. There were plenty of letters to read and plenty to answer, so she did not even open it until she returned to her dorm.
And she was immediately glad for it. It was addressed to her—Miss Lestrange—but she was met with an immediate suspicion that it was meant for a different Miss Lestrange. She did not know a Mr. Prewett, at least on a level so personal, but she was also not aware that any of her sisters or cousins were.
Except... Gretchen had sprinted off during the apparition lesson, and Seneca was the last person she would have suspected.
The panic set in. She could not respond to it, obviously, but to present it to Gretchen? Or Seneca? No, she couldn't.
Face tinted pink, she folded the letter in half and shoved it under her mattress, determined to keep it hidden until she figured out what to do with it.
— set by mj —
