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Post by Sorcha on Apr 27, 2008 12:01:00 GMT -5
*Sorcha had been summoned to the Dean's office and went with great trepidation. She found all of her professors there as well.*
"Ah," *said the Dean, standing as she entered.* "Please sit down."
*She did.*
"I have it on good authority from several students that you were seen...being...intimate with another student," *said the Dean with some difficulty.* "Namely, kissing a fellow...fellow." *He was beet red.* "Now here at Oxford we cannot simply condone public displays of such an unnatural--" *he cleared his throat.* "We attempted to contact you over the summer but were unable to find any address for you. In any case, I now I regret to say you will have to be expell--"
"WAIT! NO! I'M A GIRL!" *she shrieked before realizing this would make things worse, possibly.* "Er...I'm sorry, Sir, but I...I wanted so badly to just..." *she crimsoned and sat down.* "I'm sorry. But Sir, my being female should NOT stand in the way of my education, or anyones'. My marks should speak for themselves," *she added.* "I'm a hard worker and a good student."
*The Dean adjusted his spectacles as he stared at her.*
"We will review this matter...Miss?"
"MacNamara. Sorcha MacNamara."
"Miss MacNamara. Of course we cannot allow you to continue living in exclusively male quarters..."
"I understand, Sir. I'll make alternate arrangements."
***SOME TIME LATER***
*Sorcha wrote to Liam.*
Dear Liam,
Well, it was tell the truth or be expelled upon a lie--they know I'm a girl; and wonder of wonders, they're letting me stay on the condition that my grades are maintained at a high level! I'm giddy with joy, Liam! I never imagined I'd feel so free as I do, now. Love Sorcha
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Post by Liam on Apr 27, 2008 18:15:07 GMT -5
**LATER**
Dear Sorcha-
They'd be fools to expel you, of course. I'm glad you feel better for it. Manderley is as ever: large, fascinating, and time-consuming. The estate-running is really more suited to my father, but it isn't excruciating for me to learn how to run the estate. I think I'd to better in London, but my family wants me here and I'm bound to do what they want.
Love, Liam
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Post by Sorcha on Apr 27, 2008 18:26:33 GMT -5
Dear Liam,
I'm certain everything will come more naturally to you, with time and patience. Talk to your father, perhaps--he must have been young, once, too, even if it's staggering to imagine such a thing at times. It's what you were born to do, Liam, and you can do it. It's in your blood. Your family has only your best interests at heart, I'm sure.
Love Sorcha
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Post by Liam on Apr 27, 2008 18:37:15 GMT -5
Dear Sorcha-
I'm not even sure my mother can imagine my father at my age. He's far older than she is, though you wouldn't know it from the way they act around each other. Running the estate comes to me just fine, it's just not satisfying, is the thing. It's different, somehow, for my father. He's happy to spend his days organizing the estate and sitting quietly with my mother. They're odd.
Love, Liam
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Post by Sorcha on Apr 27, 2008 18:43:11 GMT -5
Dear Liam,
I suppose it must be strange, being at home after being on your own for so long. Still, parents are parents, and rather irreplaceable. Can you give me any news of my family? I still can't tell them I'm at Oxford...I have to mail my letters to your mother in an extra envelope so they won't see any postmark on them, and they have difficulty writing back. My mother keeps asking your mother for my address--I think she may be getting suspicious. I think I'd do something desperate if they tried to make me leave school. I'm so close to achieving everything I'd ever dreamed of, Liam. I couldn't bear to lost it, now.
Love Sorcha
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Post by Liam on Apr 27, 2008 19:16:52 GMT -5
Sorcha-
Don't worry. My mother will take care of your family and their suspicions. And anyhow, if they tried to take you out of school, I promise you my mother would go on one of her righteous crusades and keep you there. I'm convinced it's really her who runs the estate, but of course my father would never admit it.
On the topic of your family, Mikey's been moved up from groom to I don't know what, but he's been given his own cottage and it's expected he'll marry one of the tenant girls one day soon. Mary, I think her name is, Mary Carter. Nothing exciting going on, really. My parents pay social calls and look after the estate and are altogether very boring (I somehow can't imagine them madly in love and eloping, despite the stories. They don't even travel farther than my Uncle and Aunt Lacy's house).
Your father is incidentally very interesting to talk to: he knows more about horses than I think I ever will. It's nice to have Morgan back, of course.
All my love, Liam
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Post by Sorcha on Apr 28, 2008 2:33:18 GMT -5
Dear Liam,
That's Da, for you. Though he's generally a quiet man, he'll certainly talk your ear off about horses. I suppose it must be so for something he loves. Mary Carter--wasn't she the one Mikey pushed into the sea during a harvest festival some years back? I suppose she's forgiven him--I wouldn't have done so very lightly; that Mikey-Brat-Boy has got more cheek than a squirrel with a dozen nuts stashed away. He'll be good to her, though, and bless them both. As for your parents, well, still waters run deep, they say. I believe there's a depth of passion we can only guess at in your mother, and possibly your father, though I do not know him so well. Stranger things have happened than an elopement.
Love Sorcha
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Post by Liam on Apr 28, 2008 11:29:33 GMT -5
Dear Sorcha-
I think she was the one he pushed into the bay. I'm surprised my father let them hold the festival near the ocean at all; he hates that cove. Do you remember when the west wing used to look over it? Before it burned down, of course. I think there was a little boathouse, too, but my mother had it demolished. I feel like there's something none of us know about that period of time... whenever I ask, my father gets angry and storms off and my mother quietly explains that they don't speak of it. Like you said, still waters probably run deep. I think they like being boring, though; they almost take pride in it. Ellie's been begging for a Season in London when she turns seventeen next year, and I'm almost compelled to go with her. She's so shy and quiet, and what if the society biddies, husband-seekers and cads of London hurt her? My father's dead-set against it; he hates London, but we all know she can talk him into anything. For all she seems sweet and innocent she knows exactly how to get what she wants out of a person. Everything here is markedly less interesting without you here. Maybe I need to visit someone; friends in Paris or London or maybe even my mother's family in Ireland. Or I could visit you. I miss you.
All my love, Liam
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