Secrets on Ice
6th of July 2006 A.D.
You sleep like a rock or maybe a block of ice that night foregoing the covers you usually wrap yourself in the semblance of a burrito, remembering nothing of your dreams and glad of it. Maybe that is why you make with the sun in spite of having gone to bed near midnight or maybe it's the feeling of renewed potential with the new day. It feels almost as strong as it had in Arctis Tor... only you know
without the mortal peril.
Gain 4 Essence
As you stretch in bed, sure with the certainty of long experience that no one else in the house would be up quite so early you feel more positive about life than you had in a long while. Sure the White Council might decide to cut off your head, but the same was just as true on Monday only you did not
know the danger was there. The world seems clearer in the morning light promising if not that all would be well than at least that you are done stumbling around in the dark
Enough dillydallying now, a voice that sounds startlingly like your mom comes to mind though no sorcery but simple habit.It is good advice you might as well get to the bathroom first...
Getting ready for school is the same sort of carefully controlled chaos it is most mornings. This time it is Matthew yelling about his missing shoes and Hope crying over forgetting to do her spelling homework. You grab the shoes from where you had seem them in the backyard behind the tools and toss them to your brother with a teasing 'I followed the smell' but steer
well clear of Hope. That is a 'mom emergency'.
One of the advantages of being colder than the average corpse is that you don't sweat anymore and you do not really feel the heat either. You can dress in all black in the middle of summer.
Hurray for silver linings... Silver that reminds you. Mom has a
thing about you wearing rhinestones to school, says it makes you look tacky, but you cannot say that about actual proper silver and Nana Sophia left you some old silver rings back when you were so little they were probably a choking hazard for you and silver goes well with black as a certain Fallen Angel demonstrated.
"What do you think," you ask Usum as you pose in front of the mirror, non-ripped skinny jeans, jacket and Grateful Dead T-Shirt.
"I think those within this House of Learning should indeed be grateful that they may behold your sublime countenance even should it be the last sight before their death."
"That's not..." There is an odd edge to his thoughts.
"Did you just make a joke?"
"Humor is not beyond the scope of my abilities," the demon replies, quickly adding.
"But I spoke no untruths."
You probably should not be snickering in front of the mirror like this, really you shouldn't. A pity your good mood does not last long.
"Did you know the plant in your room is dying?"Amanda asks, popping up as though from the very livingroom carpeting which matches the cheery blue of her dress.
"What?" you ask, startled. That's a
crane's bill, about as hardy as a house plant gets short of grabbing a weed from the garden. It had been a gift for your parents fifteenth anniversary from Mrs Evens down the street, who did not actually like any of you but had weird notions of neighborly courtesy so a really boring plant it was. It did not really fit in any other room in the house and mom did not want to re-gift stuff so you had taken it off her hands, joking that maybe you would find out if plants grow well with heavy metal after all.
"Maybe you froze it with your..." she waves sort of vaguely towards all of you and presumably the unnatural cold you had been thinking of as a good thing.
"Mom I need a pair of gloves!" you shout down the hall. After a moment and a reply half muffled by distance you add. "No I'm not going to to cut off the fingers I need them so I won't freeze everything I touch."
"In the attic.... Halloween costumes... big chest," comes back by way of answer.
The attic was practically stuffed with well stuff, decorations for the holidays table cloths and linens, old carpentry projects of dads and chests, lots of really big chests. That was not to say it was disorganized, everything was slotted in neat like soldiers ready for parade. Sadly you are not their general and so you you start looking though the first big chest...no gloves just some old papers and...
Is that a letter?
The paper is old and yellowing and you know just how old it is because the thing that had first caught your eye had been the date on it 16th of November 1988, three days after your birthday. The writing on the letter is your mom's but you do not recognize the address, someplace in Boston.
Who would she be writing to three days after giving birth and then not send the letter?
It's not as hard a guess as one might first think. Mom does not talk about her parents, like at all and it does not take Sherlock Homes to tell that something really bad must have happened for her to cut them off like that. But if your guess is right she had at least considered sending a letter and while she had not sent it she had not thrown it away either.
What do you do?
[] Take the letter, you are curious about the grandparents you never knew even if they turn out to be assholes
[] Leave it be, it will not do anyone any good to open that
OOC: I know you guys expected school, but I wanted an update to ground us a bit more in the house and the family since both are important to Molly and only of marginal note in canon. 
