Private Message to Amara Mitiku
Aug. 4th, 2015 12:22 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
alt_blaiseMother. I am not coming to the Floo again to speak with you. I don't know when they'll have them operational again, but I've never known you to use them for transit. Why on earth would you begin now? Or are you worried he could come through that way? If that's it, then be glad they're blocked.
Now go to bed. Do. It will be much better in the morning when you're... rested. And, no, I've no real suggestions what you ought to do if Cadmus Mulciber's ghost visits you again tonight.
Is that why you're worried you'll be targeted? I doubt he's asking Mulciber for help with his list.
Honestly, Mother. You're a society witch. You're not political at all. It would require a massive stretch of the imagination to think anyone would select you out of all the people in the Protectorate to murder.
And if he does? You know, I give you at least even odds. You've rather an impressive record for surviving, don't you think? (Don't huff. It causes wrinkles. Anyway, you know I'm right.)
Turn off your wireless and go to bed, Mother. I can hear you, but I am seriously not getting up again. Remember, you arranged my marriage and gave me this townhouse so I'd be out from under foot in Wilton Crescent. Why haven't you got someone there with you who'd be some use in a crisis? Or against a foul-tempered ghost? Has Jerome Caustic broken things off again? Then, I tell you what, go out tomorrow and find someone new. Or hire more security. Who knows, one of them might be good-looking.
Oh, now, look. You've gone and woken Susan. I just heard her slam the door to her en-suite. If she comes down here next and shouts at me, I promise you I'll be displeased, so, do just shut up.
Now go to bed. Do. It will be much better in the morning when you're... rested. And, no, I've no real suggestions what you ought to do if Cadmus Mulciber's ghost visits you again tonight.
Is that why you're worried you'll be targeted? I doubt he's asking Mulciber for help with his list.
Honestly, Mother. You're a society witch. You're not political at all. It would require a massive stretch of the imagination to think anyone would select you out of all the people in the Protectorate to murder.
And if he does? You know, I give you at least even odds. You've rather an impressive record for surviving, don't you think? (Don't huff. It causes wrinkles. Anyway, you know I'm right.)
Turn off your wireless and go to bed, Mother. I can hear you, but I am seriously not getting up again. Remember, you arranged my marriage and gave me this townhouse so I'd be out from under foot in Wilton Crescent. Why haven't you got someone there with you who'd be some use in a crisis? Or against a foul-tempered ghost? Has Jerome Caustic broken things off again? Then, I tell you what, go out tomorrow and find someone new. Or hire more security. Who knows, one of them might be good-looking.
Oh, now, look. You've gone and woken Susan. I just heard her slam the door to her en-suite. If she comes down here next and shouts at me, I promise you I'll be displeased, so, do just shut up.
