W.A.I.L. (and a little bit of Geoffrey S.)
March 08, 2006 9:48 AM
Down with Depravity - Women out of the League by W.A.I.L. (and a little bit of Geoffrey S.)
OOC: Those addressed in this post are: Acting Headmaster Bulla, Coach Fox, Tally Adams, Tyranthia Boyd, Kaylie Brockhert, Morgaine Carey, Lily Collins, Nicoletta Dupree, Tipona Grisandole, Elizabeth Lavine, Chrysanthemum Mathers, Catherine Raines, Izabella Santoro, Violet Springs, Alexandria St Martin, Lila St Martin, Anne Wright and Jennifer Zucchero.To get the full impact of what has been happening here you might like to also read the initial reaction, the discussion which leads to W.A.I.L., the campaign so far and the post that leads directly to this. If at all in doubt, please take note of the disclaimer in the userinfo. BIC:
Geoffrey had been a little on edge ever since the first letter from his mother had proven to him that she could reach him even here (although not quite so thoroughly as she might have, thanks to Professor Dione), so, when the familiar looking flock of owls started to come into the Cascade Hall, he at once turned pale and ducked under the table, sticking for a moment between his seat and where he wanted to be. He didn't see them flying in perfect formation around the Hall, although he knew that there were capable of doing so from having seen them in training. He shut his eyes and hoped to Merlin that they wouldn't find him there, but, as it happened he needn't have worried quite so much.
The owls were an almost uniform pale grey (each had been chosen in particular for this feature) and each carried a rolled up parchment which was sealed with blue wax and an insignia featuring the letters ‘W’, ‘A’, ‘I’ and ‘L’. They flew three times around the hall at a steady pace, and then one by one dropped out of the formation to deliver their letters to the correct recipients.
First to move down was Blodeuwedd the most senior owl of this group. She took a sharp turn over to the staff table and landed neatly in front of the Acting Headmaster. Another owl followed closely behind, deviating only to land on the table before the Quidditch Coach’s place. Five more dropped, searching out and finding the Aladren students who had been deemed worthy of approach by the letter writer. Seven others left the rapidly dwindling group and approached students from Crotalus. Of the four left, two neatly turned and made for the addressees from Pecari, and then the final owls approached two Teppenpaw girls.
Most of the letter’s followed the same basic formula; they greeted the recipient formally, politely enquired as to their health, and that of their families. Lily Collins' father and stepmother were enquired after while her mother's existance wasn't so much as hinted at. Elizabeth Lavine recieved glowing praise of her brother Brett's recent successes. Jennifer Zucchero had her father asked after, and her mother too, although the later seemed much more formulaic (entirely because Jennifer's mother was foreign and therefore not hugely important in American society except for her marriage alliance). Morgaine Carey was warned to be careful not to follow the disgraceful example of her 'sister'. Anne wright had perhaps the shortest of these, where the introductory paragraph was very brief indeed. Coach Fox's letter congratualated her on her sensible decision to leave the game (Cecilia hadn't really understood much about the situation except that Amelia no longer was a professional Quidditch player), but suggested that she might like to get to the next move - stopping association with anything to do with the game entirely - very soon.
Then the letters got down to business.
I am writing to you in the interests of a return to good values and morals in society. It has utterly disgusted me, and I assume you as well, the way degenerates like Rosaline Penn have been flaunting themselves and their depraved ways in the media, trying to influence young girls to join in their foul practices and to accept their freakish ways as being normal. It seems to me that the only answer is to see an end to girls and women playing sports like Quidditch, leaving them to the men the way things were always meant to be. I ask Sonora Academy to join the fight back. To boycott Quidditch until such time as good sense and sanity return to the world. Is it not bad enough that we have all this trouble with the Muggles without freaks starting to snatch the spotlight as well? Stand up for a return to pureblood ideals! Encourage girls to not participate in Quidditch! Write to the ministry! Write to the Quidditch clubs!
We cannot allow their depravity to win.
Witches Against Immorality in the League\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n
Subthreads: Why did I get one? by Tally Adams with W.A.I.L.
How about 'Down With Anti-Feminist Stupidity' instead? by Anne Wright
A perfectly good morning ruined by Jennifer Zucchero with CHRISSY MATHERS, not Chrysanthemum...
Oh my Oh my... by Izabella with the appearance of Jake
oh, great by Elizabeth Lavine
So shocked I failed to respond and pressed enter by mistake. by Lily
Too early to deal with this... by Amy Fox with Kiva Kijewski
So confused... by Allie St.Martin
So... by Lila St.Martin
Daydreaming by Morgaine Carey
Pre-Christmas days in Cascade Hall will be the death of me. by Catherine Raines
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Morgaine Carey
March 25, 2006 12:17 AM
Daydreaming by Morgaine Carey
Morgaine hadn't come to Sonora to make friends, and she'd done wonderfully at it. It was nearly Christmas break, and she'd successfully antagonized every person, staff or student, she ran across. Father would be proud. She'd done what she'd come to do, which was attend a series of classes, and hadn't let emotional ties lead her to that place her sister had gone to in any sense of the word. Maybe, just maybe, he'd be so pleased he wouldn't make her come back, but she wasn't holding out for a miracle. Waste of time, that was. Best-case scenario was that she conveniently managed to forget to mention anything about school and he managed to forget she existed. Not that he remembered very often, of course, with the other two stealing all the spotlight. Gwenhwyfar had been the golden girl, and Edmond was the heir. The only thing that had changed was her sister's part in overshadowing her.It wasn't midterm yet, though, so she could daydream about a miracle for another few days. That was the thought at the top of her mind as she selected a seat as well-removed from her classmates as possible and began absent-mindedly eating the first apple that came to hand. Pass a few more tests and she could pretend it was all over and things were going to go back to the way they had been before everything got turned on its head. Just a few tests, nothing too hard, and she could imagine she didn't have any practical examinations, too -
The owl, made conspicuos by its part in the formation she'd vaguely registered flying around the ceiling, wasn't a breakfastime visitor she had expected. Father wasn't the writing type, Mother was in the insane asylum, "Carey" was the only word Edmond could write when she had left home, and no one else was sufficently closely related to feel obliged to write her. She saw all of her relatives at the school were on the list of recipients, all except Gwenhwyfar, and concluded that it must be something people like that were unwelcome in. The insignia brought the closest thing to a smile anyone at Sonora would have ever seen on her face as she tried to suppress the amusement it caused her. The greeting was passed over without interest as she got to the body of the letter.
Her health was enquired after in the formal style she'd been taught but had never bothered to master. Her father, too, was asked after, and Edmond, but no mention was made of her mother. No one would have forgotten the...accident...at that dance, even a year later, when it came to writing formal letters. She was beginning to think the letter might be just stomachable this early in the morning when she got to the next part of the opening paragraph. Whoever'd written it knew the formal style, but lacked the tact of a rock. They'd mentioned Gwenhwyfar.
The caution against following in her sister's footsteps brought up the tangle of emotions she had to deal with every time her sister was mentioned, thought of, or seen. Just yesterday, they'd passed in the Charms corridor like complete strangers. Two days before that, they'd had it out in the downstairs girl's bathroom. It was always Gwen, too, who dictated the tone of their little encounters. Even when she seemed too disorganized to pick a strategy and stick with it, Gwenhwyfar knew how to play her like a lute, and did. How her sister's mind worked was beyond Morgaine's comprehension, but she had as many variants on the same themes as there were colors of oil-based paint. There was frustration and anger - those she understood - a fair quantity of hurt - that she denied - and, still, a kind of affection she'd sooner hang than acknowledge. These people had no right to stir all that up and disturb her daydream about never having to come back.
She forced herself to scan the rest of it and, discovering that she had no idea what it was talking about, went back to the offensive suggestion. Everything was about Gwenhwyfar. No one gave a darn about her, she was just a figurine to be taken out of the closet and called 'Miss Carey' while her perfect sister was out of favor and they needed a Carey girl at a party. It was infuriating. Even when Gwenhwyfar was so completely out of the picture that their father wouldn't allow her name to be mentioned in the house, she still got all the attention. It wasn't fair. What was the point in her even trying to be good when it didn't amount to jack in the end?
Something subtle, that only a few people living would have recognized, changed in her eyes. This once - just this once - she could make her point before going back into her pleasant dream of staying at home, comfortably ignored by everyone but Trinny forever. She could make her point, and her father would never have to know. She could quit dancing in her sister's shadow for a few minutes, at least. She tossed her hair back in a saucy sort of gesture she didn't have quite enough hair for and pulled a piece of parchment and a quill out of her bag.
Ladies of the W.A.I.L. Organization,
The Savannah Careys hope to find you in good health and thank you for your consideration of ours, which is as well as it ever is.
Your concern for my reputation is appreciated, but my family and I would appreciate it more if you'd leave Gwenhwyfar out of any future correspondances. My sister's problem is Carey business, and the family's handling it. However, I am not my sister and have no intentions of taking up her eccentricities. Sharing parents doesn't make us alike.
As for your organization's aims, I couldn't do anything without the family's approval even if I had any idea what you're on about. You might try the adult women.
Morgaine Carey, of the Savannah Careys. \n\n
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