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September 3rd 2029, 10:47am
Ginevra 'Ginny' Caswell
The day Ginny received her mysterious summons in the post began ordinarily enough. She had no commissions to fulfil and was not due at work until the following day. That morning she had the apartment to herself; Mira and Jordan making the most of their last day with his parents before she would come home and prepare for school again.
With no prior commitments for that day, Ginny had lounged in her comfortable bed for an hour, before finally getting out. She tied a silky dressing gown around her waist and stepped into the kitchen. She flitted between the cupboards and fridge, retrieving a few ingredients to make breakfast. She had almost finished her scrambled eggs when a noise by the front door caught her attention, alerting her to the fact the morning post had been delivered. Once she had finished making her breakfast, setting it down on the breakfast table, she hurried to fetch the post.
She would browse through the stack of letters whilst eating her breakfast. None of them were out of the ordinary at first. It was the usual collection of orders, bank statements, a bill for the water and electricity, and a few shopping brochures. It was the final letter which would catch her attention. It was a creamy coloured envelope, with her name written in oddly familiar cursive on the front. It stood out even more as it was her full name written, as opposed to just Ginny. Curious for more, she flipped it over to open it, when something on the back startled her. It was a blue wax stamp, with a hippogriff sigil on it. The mere sight of the stamp caused a sense of unease to wash over her. The sigil belonged to the Caswell family. Whereas the Rangers had their official sigil, this hippogriff belonged solely to the family and was used primarily for official documents.
It took Ginny a long time to eventually open the letter. Even after finishing her breakfast, she just stared at it, unsure what to think or do. She could not believe her "parents" had found her after so long, and worried what implications this letter would hold.
When she finally opened it, she was surprised to find that the contents were not what she had been expecting. It had been written by Nathan Wicke, the head butler of the household. In it, he explained how a tragedy had befallen the family - Lucas and their parents were dead. The letter didn't explain why or how this had happened but implored Ginny to attend a meeting to hash out inheritances. An address was attached to the bottom, asking her to head there, as well as a number too in case she was unable to make it.
Ginny would like to say she felt grief for the loss, but she didn't, only relief. For Lucas, there was a sense of sorrow. He had been the only one foolish to stay behind, continuing to work as a Ranger even up until his death. She had hated him for staying, choosing Matthew and Renata over the rest of them, but regardless he was still her brother. The one who would attempt to steer their parent's attention away from them if they were ever in trouble, who would sneak sweets and toys into their rooms, and tried his best to keep everyone happy and contented.
For his sake, she would go.
The Angel's Rest, London, England
September 10th 2029
It had been a long time since she been to the capital. Now that Mira was older, she took fewer jobs out of Scotland, purely for the sake of staying at home. Even though she hadn't been here in a couple of years, the city was much the same, nothing new or interesting to note.
The pub they had been invited to was small and quaint, yet clearly very upscale if the decor was to go by. Ginny had felt odd dragging the suitcase she had been encouraged to bring behind her, feeling awkward dragging it inside. It didn't seem right bringing a suitcase in here, even if this was the first stop before they were all taken elsewhere.
Upon arrival, Ginny was surprised to see she was the first to arrive. A waiter lead her into a private function room, which had been decorated somberly with white and black balloons, and a small banner hung on the private bar which welcomed the Caswells.
"Are we allowed to order drinks and food?" Ginny asked as she approached the barkeep managing the bar.
"Only non-alcoholic beverages and finger foods are available, miss," He answered courteously. "It has all been paid for in advance by a Mr Wicke."
Ginny nodded slowly and then mused over what was on offer, asking for sparkling water and a french fancy. She would take a seat at the opposite side of the room, facing the doors so to see anyone coming in. She would eat her little cake quickly, leaving a napkin behind. While she rested one arm on the table, the other hand idly messed around with the napkin, folding and unfolding it into little shapes whilst she awaited the arrival of her siblings.