December 24th, 1894 — late
Being grounded on Christmas Day — and for the rest of the break, and perhaps when she was back for the summer as well — was awful. But getting some amount of sympathy, some leniency, from her aunt and uncle would have required explaining it. And she didn't want to — Kaatjie cried for the rest of the day on the twenty-third, accepted her punishment (renewed lessons with Arie's governess, no candy, many lectures) on the chin, and was nearly back to herself by the end of Christmas Eve.
Nearly.
Late at night, she tied her letter to Mila's owl's leg, and sent it off to someone she hoped wanted to be her family more than her father did.
Nearly.
Late at night, she tied her letter to Mila's owl's leg, and sent it off to someone she hoped wanted to be her family more than her father did.
Mrs. Lowri Dempsey,
I am the young woman who wrote you in the Autumn for advice on becoming a poet. I'm very very very sorry to say that I was not entirely honest when I wrote you. I was embarrassed at the time. I am interested in poetry, and my favorite poems really are "Goblin Market" and "Dover Beach." I've also read lots of your poems, and I like them even when I don't understand them!
But the reason I wrote you in the Autumn is this: you are my grandmama. My name is Kaatjie, I am eleven years old and I am a First Year at Hogwarts. I was born in Oostzaan, near Amsterdam, but my Mama died in 1892 and now I live with my Aunt & Uncle in North Bartonburg. Don Juan Dempsey is my father, and married my Mama before I was born, but until this week I had never met him.
He doesn't want me, but I promise it's true.
Kaatjie
Lowri Dempsey
The following 3 users Like Kaatjie Spaans's post:
Don Juan Dempsey, Lowri Dempsey, Ramona Pendergast
Don Juan Dempsey, Lowri Dempsey, Ramona Pendergast