Morgaine Carey
March 11, 2007 10:56 PM
My Sister's Keeper by Morgaine Carey
Morgaine turned a page in her Ancient Runes textbook, on the off chance that anyone observing her would think she was studying. She felt as though the whole of Pecari was staring at her, but had mostly convinced herself that it was all in her head. Even so, she was still avoiding her dorm the way she had been since the Quidditch game; only two people were there, and Morgaine's paranoia level had been higher than usual where her roommate was concerned. Her paranoia level was higher than usual where everyone was concerned. Studying was close to the only thing she could do without feeling crazy.In three years at Sonora, Morgaine had never attended even one Quidditch game. The game bored her, and the family had made it clear enough that it disapproved of Quidditch, her sister, and her sister playing Quidditch before her second year. She kept track of when the games were, partially for Gwen and Anne and partially because she liked knowing even if whatever it was she knew was none of her concern, but a House/relative supporter she was not. Morgaine had known a Quidditch game - Crotalus and Aladren, the worst Houses in the school - was coming up, but it was only afterwards she found out about Crotalus winning and that the W.A.I.L.-ers had struck again, in a very...loud...fashion.
It hadn't been very hard information to get ahold of. She hadn't even needed to eavesdrop on anyone, not really. It was only eavesdropping if she was hidden behind something and the conversation was supposed to be private. Graceful ignorance wasn't going to work this time - the ladies, if they could be called such, had made sure of that. She was sure the point had been made, and surer that every single snob in Sonora and half the country was latching onto the point like it was a last shot at decency. Morgaine didn't know what she believed about the organization's claims on what playing Quidditch did to girls, but she did know the trouble that claim was going to cause.
Gwen was an easy target, the half-disowned, half-liberal, and reportedly half-crazy daughter of a man whose drastic views about such things were both highly conservative and the stuff of which nut-ward lore were made. Sensation was the key to a good piece of gossip, and a good target with the proper elements for the moment would be irresistable. Her lovely, neurotic sister played Quidditch and could be counted among the few people who got along with Anne, the family's other disgrace, the captain of the Aladren team. Athletic girls having inappropriate tastes fell under the heading of 'scandal' anyway; if someone, someone that had something against her family or just didn't like Gwen and Anne, else had her thought, they could wreak havoc with a rumor about kissing cousins.
Anne was an acceptable casualty of war when it came to the long battle of the Careys against their occasionally less-than-lovely reputation. Anne was only a distant associate, and Anne had never fit into a society niche anyway. It was hard to imagine Anne even caring if she was disowned. Gwen didn't fall into the same category. Gwen was a real Carey, the daughter of a patriarch. She had even been the heiress to the family, for a while - the only girl ever to do that in any branch. Saving her from her dumb-blond idiotic self had been Morgaine's mission for going on two years, and it would take a lot more than this to make her give it up.
She still had no idea how she was supposed to fix this. If she, far more gifted at spreading rumors than she was with making them, could come up with the idea of her sister and her half-cousin as card-party entertainments, then a great many someone elses could come up with the same thing. None of the plans she had come up with - duels with every third person to cross her path, insulting a teacher as loudly as she could during class, begging the first pureblooded male she could find to propose to her sister on her knees - had a chance of working. In fact, they were more likely to get her and Gwen disowned.
That wouldn't be good.
She realized she had sat for far too long without turning a page. If she kept thinking about this, she was going to end up as lost in space as Gwen, only with worse grades; if she went loopy, she was sure it would be for real. Morgaine had grown up around too many nutters to fall for Gwen's attempt to act like one. Flipping three pages, she began trying one of the suggested translations for the chapter. She'd figure out something later. \n\n
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