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Cassie had been upstairs, but heard her father anyways - her room happened to be nearly above, which meant the sound carried well. She descended the stairs and frowned. Apparently, she was late. Cassie stood next to her brother and arched an eyebrow. "Ismene is betrothed?" she asked, a rhetorical question.
She plowed onwards anyways. "I don't think it is a bad sign," she said. At the very least, it was not the reaction she had had. (That is, indifference followed by a hell of a lot of scheming. And she had still failed. Damnit.)
"She may have just been surprised by the news," Cassie added. It was then that she realized that her father had just implied that Myles was betrothed. Cassie raised her eyebrows and glanced at her little brother. Well. She could not help but want to see how that went over.
Lettie waved the salts slightly to disturb the airwaves and jolt the girl awake again; they smelled strong enough that she'd have to be a lobotomized vegetable not to react to them. "Come along, Ismene, enough of this nonsense," she clucked disapprovingly. Whether it was a good reaction swoon or a bad one, Lettie didn't care quite yet, either way she though the girl was being rather silly but then Lettie had never one to be delicate or likely to swoon. She thought she could probably count the number of times she had properly fainted ni her lifetime, on two hands.
In the back of her mind she was mentally eye-rolling at her husband and his tactless revelation of betrothals. She really ought to have insisted she tell the children instead, perhaps she would've had more luck. "I think fainting is neither good nor bad, simply an overreaction. It is a betrothal, not a death sentence, silly girl."
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Groggily, the badger came around at last, eyes opening at last to reveal…her mother? When had her mother arrived? It took Ismene a good several seconds to properly gain her bearings, to realize what had happened. She must have fainted—the reek from the smelling salts was enough to assure her of that—but in the time since, it seemed the entire family had made their way to her, as if she was in some sort of crisis. Ismene did not think she was in some sort of crises, was she? What had happened to have made her faint? Her father had said she was betrothed to… to…
A furious blush crept to her cheeks as she realized what must have happened to her.
“My apologizes, Mother,” the Hufflepuff offered hurriedly, the flush not seeming inclined to leave her face. Letitia Swift’s opinion, for the moment, was the only one that mattered to her. “I do hate to appear so silly, but I was quite overtaken in spite of myself.”
What Ismene could not do was say why she was so overwhelmed. Her mother already thought her silly for fainting; it would not do to appear a girlish romantic in her mother’s eyes, too. Issie did not think she could bear such a title.
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His father's words maked him feel as if he was punched at the face. Or even worse -- as if a ghost had flown through his body. As his mother worked on waking up Ismene he approached his father with an awkward smile on his face. "Betrothal?" he asked quietly. "You're joking, right, Father?" He certainly hoped so. Myles was not sure if he wanted to know who he was going to marry in like seven years from now. What if she was ugly? Or a Slytherin?
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Ix totally has favorite children. >.>
And Myles is his least favorite. Always.
Half the distance takes you twice as long
Ix nodded as his other daughter arrived and threw in her two cents, hoping that it wasn't a bad sign. If it was, he wasn't sure what he would do. Ismene could not be against him, not his angel Ismene. He loved all of his children, but Cassandra had always been a bit headstrong, and Myles still had a lot of work to do; Ismene was by far his favorite if he were to admit to having favorites, and if she was unhappy with the betrothal it would make for a rather unhappy household.
He smiled in relief as she came to, shrugging away her explanation. "We're just pleased you're not hurt or ill," he said aimiably, with an encouraging smile. "I was a bit worried for your sake."
Ix looked at Myles with a cool glance as he walked forward and interrupted his little father-daughter moment of joy. "Why would I joke about that?" he asked quite seriously. It really wasn't a matter to be taken lightly. Looking down at Myles sternly, Ix instructed him in a chilly tone, "You must think through your thoughts, Myles, before simply spewing them into the air. Conduct yourself like a gentleman. Gentleman do not joke where ladies' honor is concerned."
DATE: July 3rd, 1882
TAG: Swift Gang
WORDS: 154 OUTFIT
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Lettie said nothing in response to Ismene's reasoning, she simply accepted the fact her daughter had come round and felt somewhat satisfied it had been sooner rather than later. Her concentration was shifting more in the direction of her son who seemed to be suffering form an adverse reaction to the idea of a betrothal. Ixion got to reprimanding him first, however, which rather impressed her. It was oddly satisfying to hear him encourage good behavior and proper etiquette in one of their children.
Surprised as she was, she accidentally caught herself looking at her husband with something that could potentially be mistaken for admiration and promptly looked away. Hopefully he hadn't noticed. Hopefully no one had, though with a room full of family, she couldn't help but feel a little doubtful. "Your father is right, you ought to take your sister's example and accept such news with grace. Though perhaps refrain from swooning."
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Ismene blushed again—it had been going so well before, but now with her mother present the girl felt quite the dolt. As graciously as she could muster, and taking great pains not to sound too frail or timid, she inquired of her father, “Might I be excused, Father? I am truly thrilled by the news, and I should like to write to Miss Browne and share it with her.”
Or get away from her mother. The later, the Hufflepuff knew, was probably a greater motivation.
The fifteen year old was pleased, however, that she had taken the news far better—at least, with more enthusiasm—than her sister had. She did not pay attention to the conversation between Myles and her father, but had she, the badger likely would have speculated he would not take it quite so well either. Ismene might have been the middle child, but at least she accepted her responsibilities with enthusiasm and so won the approval of her parents.
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Ixion smiled at Ismene. "Of course," he said generously. He was very generous when his children reacted as they were supposed to, which Ismene did constantly. Cassandra was dutiful, but every once in the a while he had reason to suspect her devotion to her parents' words did not go quite as deeply as his younger daughter's did. Myles--well, Myles needed a little work in the department of living up to his parents' expectations.
"I think we all ought to be going about our business," he decided, giving Myles one last stern look before exiting the room.
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