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Agatha Moore

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  1. [1835/1836] Nothing says romance like feeding ducks

    Ja, Raine zou daar inderdaad op een later moment geen last van hebben D< Het is wel een omschakeling hoor, van die post naar deze, maar ik kan het! "De zomer," antwoordde ze, zonder problemen, hoewel de zomer inderdaad betekende dat ze weer terug naar huis moest. Maar wist Agatha veel dat Raine daar aan dacht. "Of misschien vooral september, als iedereen aan het oogsten is, alle bladeren weer langzaam bruin worden, maar het nog wel warm kan zijn." Agatha hield van dat soort dagen, en als je de geur van vers gemaaid hooi kon ruiken. Ik woon op het platteland en ik weet hier echt te weinig van af. En daarbij is het nu ook rotweer </3 "De herfst is wel het mooiste, denk ik," zei ze, terwijl ze glimlachte om Raine die een kus op haar wang drukte. Elke keer als hij dat deed, voelde het net alsof haar hart een slag oversloeg en ze kreeg er nooit genoeg van. "Al die bladeren, de kleuren… Maar de winter vind ik niets." Hoewel kerst weer wat gezelligs had…
  2. [1835/1836] Straight to the point

    Agatha kon niets anders dan geschokt naar Raine staren. Want dit… hoe hij zich nu gedroeg… als ze had geweten dat hij zo'n type was, was ze nooit verliefd op hem geworden. Wat was dit ineens voor persoon? Iemand die zich zo gemeen en hard opstelde? De tranen sprongen bijna in haar ogen, maar Agatha drukte ze ruw weg. Want hoewel ze zich vooral gekwetst voelde, was ze ergens ook boos. "Nee, nu je het zegt," zei ze, met bevende stem, want ondanks dat ze boos was, was voor zichzelf opkomen wel moeilijk, "Ik zie inderdaad niet in waarom we nog vrienden zouden zijn. Want ik wil niet bevriend zijn met iemand die zich zo gedraagt." Waarom had ze de moeite gedaan om het zo vriendelijk uit te maken? Ze had ook die brief onder zijn gezicht kunnen duwen en hem dwingen zich uit te leggen. Oh ja, over brief gesproken. Agatha haalde hem uit haar zak en lag hem bovenop Raine's boeken. "Deze wil je overigens vast nog wel terug."
  3. [1835/1836] Adorable + adorable = ?

    Ehm… vond Agatha werken iets leuks? Eerlijk gezegd had ze nog nooit gewerkt. Ja, ze had veel gestudeerd, maar dat gold niet echt als werken, toch? Het was gewoon… studeren. "Ik heb nog nooit gewerkt," gaf ze dus ook eerlijk toe. "Maar mijn oom en tante hebben graag dat ik gouvernante word. Voor de kinderen van mijn neef en nicht, als die ze krijgen." Het was daar nog lang geen tijd voor, natuurlijk, want Alice en ikhadhemgisterennogeennaamgegevenwatwashet Jonathan, waren maar een paar jaar ouder dan Agatha. "Oh, dat zou leuk zijn!" zei ze enthousiast, over dat Maia wilde studeren. "Wat zou je willen studeren?" Soms droomde ze ook wel eens over de universiteit, maar dat zou hem nooit worden. Zelfs al zou ze nooit gouvernante worden, dan was de universiteit veel te duur. En zulke goede cijfers dat ze een beurs kon halen, haalde ze niet. Oh, Agatha was best wel slim hoor, maar niet zo slim. "En Ben vindt het vast prima. Jullie zijn vrienden!" Dus behalve als Ben het ineens op zijn heupen kreeg, kon Agatha het zich niet voorstellen dat hij nee tegen Maia zou zeggen.
  4. [1836/1837][EN] Another life

    She would have been happy there, with Miss Featherson, her brother and his children. She would have been happy in that bedroom, with the desk overlooking the garden. She would have been happy sitting with them at breakfast, lunch, supper. She would have made friends with Miss Featherson's nieces. But miss Featherson would die, some day. Far in the future, Agatha hoped, not for many years to come, but miss Featherson would die and Agatha would have to rely on another family to support her. Her fate would be in the hands of someone else. And perhaps they would be kind. Perhaps they would be cruel. And then, how would it be different from her own family? It was her life, controlled by someone else. Miss Featherson was a good person, but that was not enough. div.ooc_bbc { display:block; width:100%; background-color:rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.7); padding:4px; } div.ooc_bbc span.ooc_bbc_titel { color:#666; font-family:Courier New, Courier, monospace; padding:1px 5px; } OOC:Topic finished <3
  5. [1836/1837][EN] Another life

    The weeks passed by too soon. And suddenly, on one morning: "My brother and his family are coming back tomorrow." Agatha nodded. "I hope they've had a pleasant holiday." Miss Featherson waved the comment away. "I'm sure they have. But Agatha, I wanted to talk to you about something." Carefully, Agatha put down her cup, all attention to Miss Featherson. "What about?" "I have enjoyed your company this summer and I would hate to say goodbye to you after such a wonderful summer. I would like to ask your family if you could be my permanent companion." Agatha was silent for a moment. She knew what Miss Featherson was suggesting. Another home, someone who cared for her, who wouldn't leave her alone in that attic room. It was a good idea… But it required a sacrifice. One that Agatha was not willing to make. "I go back to school soon too," she said, apologetically. "Well, yes, of course," Miss Featherson replied, with a worried frown. "But I'm offering…" She took a deep breath. Some things were not meant to be spoken out aloud, so Agatha smiled and reached out to grab the woman's hand. "I know," she said, kindly. "But I really would like to return to school." "Even if it means…" "Yes," Agatha said. "Even then."
  6. [1836/1837][EN] Another life

    In the evening, she read to Miss Featherson. She had a desire for novels, one after the other, and Agatha was quick to oblige. She loved the stories, about brave men and women, with situations even more complicated then their own and always a happy ending. Miss Featherson would not bear a bad ending. "I have no time for these," she said, when Agatha finished a book where both lovers had died. "Think of something else." "Me?" Agatha asked, surprised. She was not a writer, she could only work with the words of someone else! "We'll do it together," Miss Featherson promised. "We'll forget about the last two chapters, and think of something else. So Annabelle is waiting for her husband to arrive…" "And he comes, of course," Agatha quickly said. "Not his cruel brother." "No, no, his cruel brother is long gone. Lost in Spain." "Not dead?" "Spain is a worse destiny than being dead."
  7. [1836/1837][EN] Another life

    If it rained, the two of them stayed indoors and Agatha made her homework. Here, she had to be careful. As much as she loved Miss Featherson, she didn't want her to find out her companion was a witch. She hid her own schoolbooks among the books that her aunt had bought her, with boring sums and muggle history and different languages. Whenever Miss Featherson asked a question about what she was studying, Agatha quickly pushed some books away, hid her notes and opened something else. She had the sense that Miss Featherson might suspect something, but the woman didn't say a single thing.
  8. [1836/1837][EN] Another life

    In the afternoon, they would take a walk, weather permitting. They walked across the country roads, into the fields. Agatha would pick flowers for Miss Featherson and Miss Featherson would have a maid put them in a vase. The walks were good. Agatha had never explored the area around Bampton much, but Miss Featherson had lived in this village her entire life. There wasn't a tree she didn't know and there wasn't a bit of history she couldn't tell. Agatha longed to ask for her parents, but they hadn't grown up here. There were stories about them, she was certain, but Miss Featherson didn't know them. Instead, she told about other families, other love stories, and Agatha pretended they were hers.
  9. [1836/1837][EN] Another life

    In the morning, she would help Miss Featherson with her correspondence and who came to call on her. Even though the most part of the Featherson family was gone, the community in Bampton still actively came to visit. Agatha met people she had only seen in church, and could now relate faces to the names she had sometimes heard from her aunt and uncle. Most of all, the people from Bampton seemed delighted to finally meet Agatha. She had never realized that she had a presence in this world too, that everyone knew about the niece of Mr Rickards, but had never seen her apart from those brief moments in church. They spoke kindly to her, about her parents, about the school that Agatha went to, about how they loved how charming Alice was and how sweet Jonathan. And some ventured a word about her aunt and uncle too, how happy they were that Agatha got such good care. There was always a little hint of sarcasm there that might've been hers.
  10. [1836/1837][EN] Another life

    She ate dinner with the family that night. It was strange, not eating alone in her room with food half cold from the long journey it took from the kitchen to her bedroom. It was more quiet than at Hogwarts, since it was not a massive hall filled with people, but the conversation was pleasant. Not that Agatha contributed to it, she was perfectly willing to sit still and listen to the plans the family made for their holiday and Miss Featherson's comments. After dinner, she was brought back to her bedroom. It was one of the guest rooms and it was warm and pleasant. She had a double bed all to herself, fresh linen and a maid had unpacked most of her stuff. Not the second, secret compartment that you could only open with a spell, to keep her schoolbooks safe. In this house she would have to be more careful, but it had seemed she would stay here for the rest of the summer holiday and she needed to finish her homework. But not tonight. Tonight she would crawl into a soft bed and sleep.
  11. [1836/1837][EN] Another life

    "My name is Agatha too, but you of course will call me miss Featherson." The old woman huffed. "Miss, I always hate being called miss. At some point in life, they really should stop being cruel to old women." She huffed again. "Careful, girl!" she snapped and Agatha froze, but quickly realized the woman hadn't been talking to her, but one of the maids. "Don't just drop that suitcase!" "I beg your pardon, miss Featherson," the girl said, before she scurried away with the victim. Agatha had come too early, she thought, right in the middle of all the packing and the maids and footmen running around. This house was bigger than the one her aunt and uncle had, but still felt crowded with all the staff, even in the small sitting room on the side where Miss Featherson and she had been seated. Her suitcase had been whisked away by another maid and Agatha had no idea where she was staying. Or what she ought to do. "My nephew promised me you can read," Miss Featherson said, with a sharp eye at Agatha. "Can you?" "Yes, ma'am." She smirked. "I like that better than miss. Normally, I would remind you that my dear sister-in-law is the madam of the house, but she's going to Bath of all miserable places to be, so we'll make everyone act like it's my house during the summer, right?" Conspiratorially, she winked at Agatha. "Instead of me being the poor sister that was unlucky to never marry." Agatha just smiled at this… strange woman. But she liked her.
  12. [1836/1837][EN] Another life

    "What did he mean?" Alice demanded of her parents, before either of them could speak a word. She was eyeing the window, Agatha noticed, but kept sitting on the couch. Probably not to seem too eager. Agatha herself wanted to run to the window, press her face against the glass and watch him leave, but she was afraid to leave her spot near the hallway. "He heard about her," Alice's father said, with a nod to Agatha. He sank into one of the chairs, looking neither disgruntled not gruntled. "And he thought he might offer her a position?" What position? Agatha wanted to ask, but she bit her tongue. "As companion to his aunt," her aunt explained. "They're leaving for the coast for the summer, but his aunt wants to stay behind in Bampton. And she needs someone to hold her company." "I could have done that," Alice complained. "No, you couldn't have. You're better than that," her mother told her gently. "Agatha is perfect, though a bit young." "Perfect?" Alice laughed bitterly. "She's a witch." "He doesn't know that," her father whispered urgently and he craned his neck to see if anyone had been around that could've overheard. "And we'd like to keep it that way." His eyes drifted to Agatha. "No magic," he told her. "Of course," she promised. A position, a companion to the aunt of the stranger for the summer… That didn't sound bad. She had never worked before, but the idea of not having to stay in this house for the entire summer was… enticing. "So pack your things," her aunt told Agatha. "You're going there tomorrow."
  13. [1836/1837][EN] Another life

    When the voices from the study started drifting closer to the hallway, her aunt grabbed both of the girls and pushed them into the salon. Agatha, not used to being in this room, hovered near the doorway, while her cousin gracefully sank down on a divan and picked up a book. She was positioning herself in a way that made her look years more sophisticated. Her eyes demurely on the words on the page, but her neck and back in the most graceful bend possible. It didn't look very comfortable, but it looked… Well, Agatha decided it looked like Alice was doing whatever she could to catch a certain eye. He stopped by the salon briefly, said a kind word to her aunt, nodded at Agatha and smiled at Alice. And then he made his goodbye, talking about how he would have loved to stay, but was just so busy. "I'll see you soon," he said to Agatha, with a wink, before being let out of the door.
  14. [1836/1837][EN] Another life

    Agatha was sent from the study with another nod and she quickly escaped through the open door. Her aunt and cousin were standing in the hallway, arguing softly, and they immediately shut up when they saw Agatha. "How did it go?" her aunt hissed to her, as she gestured to Agatha she should join the group. "It went well," Agatha said, though she wasn't sure what it was. But the man had seemed pleased enough and the voices drifting from behind her had an agreeing tone. She could ask her aunt more questions, but Agatha stayed silent instead, marveling at how weird it felt to be so close to her aunt and cousin and not pushed away or snarled at or pointedly ignored. Well, her aunt was still pointedly ignoring her, but her cousin was staring at her. "He is handsome, is he not?" her cousin asked, her voice betraying how carefully she had selected the words. Agatha raised her eyebrows. "He has a pleasant face," she agreed. She too, was carefully selecting her words. Alice nodded, softly.
  15. [1836/1837][EN] Another life

    "Ah, there she is." Her uncle sounded more pleasant than he had ever sounded with Agatha entering the room and she quickly curtsied for him and the other man. He was younger than her uncle, and handsome too. Blonde hair, neatly combed and greased back, blue eyes and a kind smile that he flashed a little brighter when he saw Agatha. He was dressed more fashionably than her uncle and it seemed obvious he was wealthy. "Miss Moore, what a pleasure to meet you." His eyes drifted over her. "She's a bit younger than I had expected," he told her uncle. "Just fourteen years old, yes," her uncle nodded. "But she's a clever girl. Hard-working too." His eyes flashed to her. "Knows her place." Agatha carefully kept her eyes to her feet. Sure, she knew her place. It was up in the attic, pushed away to the back of the house. "Can she read?" "Of course. And a good handwriting too. She's been trained properly, goes to school throughout the year." "Yes, I think she will do rather well."
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