You know…here I was hoping you’d finally stop using that nickname. Maybe that you’d grow out of it over summer but I see that you haven’t. I doubt your grandchildren are going to be reading that and looking for their grammy in it, or your hair. They’ll be reading about Tom Riddle. You know the politician that just ever so kindly insinuated that mass g e n o c i d e was the perfect solution to all of our economic problems.
Yes, yes, that’s what I keep hearing. Everyone’s hungry. But after that? I’m not even close to being hungry. I was before, but now I’m not. Well, you can continue eating, but I think I’ll even start on that letter right now.
The smile on Mary's face vanishes as the mere mention of genocide sends a chill up her spine. "It's the first day back and I was trying to make the best of the situation. Maybe saying a joke about how my hair looked seemed like I was taking the situation lightly when I'm not. Far from it actually. Merlin, Thea, loosen up."
Pushing her plate away from her, she crossed her arms and stared at Althea. "Now I lost my appetite. Happy?" There was a beat before Mary added, unable to resist, "You should begin by telling them whoever thought starting a political debate between the student body to kick off the term was a terrible idea and should be fired effective immediately."











