42 Chapter 42: Greengrass Family!
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That however was not something I could let happen as I didn't want to spend all night there.
I flung it on the floor before stepping on it. It burst into black smoke leaving behind a Galleon and a red crystal.
I looked back at the other two that gave a battle roar before leaping at me.
My sword was already drawing an arc through the air.
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Daphne:-
The blonde witch frowned as she looked at the letter in her hand.
Taking a careful look behind her to make sure the rest of her roommates were asleep, she headed to her desk and took out a piece of parchment.
Opening the drawer, she retrieved a quill and an ink well.
She paused to think what she was supposed to write.
From the contents of the letter It seemed her father had finally gotten wind of her excessive spending.
Unlike what she had previously told Charles, she hadn't actually contacted her father for any of his purchases. As a matter of fact, she hadn't told anyone about him as she wanted to keep him a secret for as long as possible.
In truth, the Greengrass Family wasn't without its share of problems.
On the surface her family wealth came from the buying and selling of real estate, as well as a small number of shops. That however was all a front for the real family business, in other words the selling and transportation of illegal goods.
The black market was hardly a new invention, and the Greengrass Family were long time suppliers, being able to trace back their origins all the way back to their Viking ancestors who would pillage the coast. Pillager, privateer, explorer; the title would always change with the time but the job was always the same. No matter how much things changed, there would always be human greed tugging at people's heart.
It might not be the noblest profession, she confessed, but it was her heritage.
The only problem was that in recent times, smuggling was getting harder and harder to do, with countries having newer regulations and better security. As such, the Greengrass Family could no longer boast at being the best in Britain's underground world.
For this reason, her father had chosen to pass her over in the family business in place of her older, male cousin. While she would still be considered the Head of the Greengrass Family when the time came, her Uncle's son was currently being groomed to take what should have been hers.
Her fingers trembled in rage, threatening to snap her quill, as she thought of her father.
How could such a complacent and cowardly man possibly be her father? She still remembered a time when she would look at her father's back and think how he must have been the strongest person in the world. It was him that would read her bedtime stories filled with the many adventures of her many ancestors. As a result, dreams of adventure and riches constantly plagued her mind.
Yet, it was this same man that had filled her head with all these promises that had then cruelly told her she would never inherit their family legacy.
It boiled her blood just thinking of that fateful day.
What did they expect of her; did they honestly think she would willingly let them make her a figurehead to her own Family?!
No.
It was for this reason that she had set out to carve out her own legend, just like all her ancestors had done.
One of the only reasons why she tolerated Tracy's disrespectful behavior was because her family on her father's muggle side owned a shipping company. She wasn't so callous as to disregard muggle means. After all, her family had long ties with them for centuries before the Stature of Secrecy was instigated.
However as of late Daphne had found the brunet losing her usefulness.
Charles on the other hand, only managed to keep increasing his value in her eyes.
The orphaned muggle-born was a mystery. A dangerous mystery that couldn't help but draw you in.
Whenever she was around him, it felt as if she was walking on a tightrope, filling her with both fear and excitement. Those sharp golden eyes of his seemed capable of looking right through you, showing him all the dark secrets that you desperately tried to hide from others.
That combined with his ability to summon and banish objects, was one of the reasons why she so desperately wanted to have him by her side. So far, she was unable to figure out how he had done it. The only working theory as of right now was that it was some innate ability, like the Black's metamorphmagus ability or the Longbottom's earth magic. One that let him hide objects without detection.
She had tested its exact cloaking ability by placing the most powerful tracking charm she could get her hands on in between one of the pages of a book, only to feel the connection be broken as the young Ravenclaw placed them into his top hat.
With his ability, she was sure they could achieve great things together.
It was for this reason why she hadn't told anyone from her family of his existence. All of the books and supplies she had gotten so far was through mailing her cousin, who she still kept an amicable relationship with despite him usurping her position. He would get the items then sell them to her, which she had to pay out of her own pocket, before being reimbursed by Charles later.
However, the latest request for a Wand Crafting book must have finally reached her Uncle's ears, which in turn reached her Father's.
Weighing all her options, she finally opted in the most believable lie and began to write her letter.
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