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Connie,
I apologise for not having contacted you sooner, but rest assured that everything is going according to plan. I may need your assistance in the near future—I will explain more fully when the time comes. Do not tell your brother or sister that I have contacted you.
-DS
Connie sat by the lake, staring at the letter written neatly on a scrap of parchment, delivered to her earlier by her own owl, Alistair. She couldn’t stop reading it over and over again—it was remarkable how strong an effect three measly sentences had had on her. They didn’t even say anything she didn’t already know... but her father had actually not only contacted her, but also told her he might need her help. Not Seth’s, or anyone else in the family’s… but hers. She didn’t know how she felt about it. On the one hand, it was everything she had ever wanted—to be taken seriously by her family, to just once be given preference over her brother, or at the very least seen as his equal—but, on the other hand, it was the last thing she wanted—to position herself against the Ministry and risk her future career by helping her father. She continued to stare at the letter, frantically trying to find some hidden meaning or something else that she might have missed. What could he possibly want her help with?
