threads with James Brown @OfRebellion_

threads with James Brown @OfRebellion_
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*she sits at their office desk, writing a letter to the professor Mr. James Brown. she has heard tell of the gentleman, and hoped to look into his teachings to possibly teach their twins, Samantha and Solveig, later on in their youth. maybe even their niece, Hope. once she was done with her studies at the Salvatore school.

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'Master James Brown:

I write to you today to inquire on space to your class so that I might have the privilege to see upon your qualifications to possibly be a professor to our daughters, Miss Samantha Maharet and Miss Solveig Callum. They are not yet of age by any means for schooling of this magnitude as they are still wee tykes. But, I also look for our niece, Hope as well. Possibly after her time at the Salvatore school in some years from now.

So if you will allow me the honor of sitting in one of your classes, my husband and I shall be most grateful in help with our searchings of future teachers for our girls.

many blessings for your time,

-𝓢ky, 𝓠.𝓕.- '

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*she carefully rolls up the thin parchment of paper and melts some wax upon it, pressing it with their seal after she does. she sets her pen back in its holder on the desk, calling over one of her ravens as she does.* off to the professor now, and be swift *she whispers softly to it as she scratches him, making him purr briefly. then the raven hops over to the window, rolled scroll in beak and flies out the window.*

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*some time later, flying through the window of professor Brown's desk, dropping it gently in front of where he would sit, and waiting before it until he returned a reply to send back*

Professor James Brown~

-he was seated in his office,

A book laying open afront

Him,

Though no attention was paid

To it,

A hand holding a pen , tapping its

End against the wood of the

Table

Other hand, trying to massage

An upcoming headache away

From his forehead,

All the times, each of the Second, trying to eliminate the

Constant and insistent voices

In his head and to focus on

The voices outside was a task not easy,

A thing he was indulged in

Most of the time, all of

The time,

On the verge each the second,

It had been months that he was

Trying to find a way out of this,

A ...cure...

Or anything of the sort that

Would allow him control over

This damned curse...

And so far, he had found nothing,

Not that he was to give it up,

Never..

Just..that sometimes it adds into

The frustration, The motion of his hand, ceasing

At the sound of flapping, and

Then a faint thud sound,

Opening his eyes to see a raven

Sitting on his desk, with a scroll

Afront him....

....what....age was he living in?

Letting the pen down upon a

Rattle sound,

He picks up the scroll, Having it opened to ofcoure

Find the writing to be all

Fancy ..

Just as was the dialect...

Was this a jest or something?

His whole life was a jest...

An inhale, and he grabs a

Piece of plain paper,

Going for the previously

Discarded pen and scribbles

Down a response which  is at

The least formal and direct-

"Greetings,

 Must i say, as "interesting" as

 Your way of communication

 Seems,

 Still an email or call would

 Have worked just as well,

 Still, if this is not a joke on

 Your part, and you're not

Just trying to make a

 Low embodiment of Harry

 Potter,

 You can come see me in person..

 I assume, if you know about

 Me, you must know how to

 Reach me as well...

                   Regards,

                       James Brown"

Of course, it felt like a jest as

well, still...rolling the piece of

 Paper,

He holds it out towards the raven,

And surprisingly,  it grabs it in

Its beak ,

 Flying out the window without

Even saying a goodbye,

Leaving him back to his

Research-

Sky~

*As she sets about her normal routine about their home, humming away in her usual ways, the raven she had sent off with her letter request to Professor Brown had finally returned with a response. She peeked at the opened window as it hopped through and stopped before her at the kitchen table* welcome back *she took the new paper as she placed some feed before him, giving a quick scratch under his chin as she did. she leaned against the counter as she unrolled it and began to read. giggling as she talks out loud, responding somewhat to the letter* a joke? certainly not... *she giggled even more over his reference to Harry Potter. With a nod she scurried off to their office to scribble a new reply back*

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'Master James Brown:

While I do find the Harry Potter reference humorous, I most certainly am not joshing over wanting to meet to discuss the matter further. As to my selection of correspondence, I have found over these many years that my ravens are the swiftest and most reliable compared to any other fashion there is out there in this age. I shall come by your office within the month, if this is so suitable for you, kind sir.

many blessings for your time,

-𝓢ky, 𝓠.𝓕.- '

―

*she rolled the new parchment up carefully and went back into their kitchen where she left the raven.* be swift now *she whispered to him as she handed it back to the bird. With a mumbled caw, he hopped back through the window and headed back to Professor Brown's office. some time later, he returns to the window of the professor and hops once again to drop the new letter upon the desk before the professor*