Love you so much. Can’t count all the ways, I’d die for you girl. And all they can say is “He’s not your kind.”
Seryl 10th, 1513 – Carico Estate, River Sulis, Lothianshire, Albion
“Vivi?” The only response to his inquiry was his sister slamming the library door. Severus sighed. He was beginning to think there was something seriously wrong with Vivi. Most of the time she was her usual smart, funny self–until their brother sent a letter, then she turned into this raging ball of angst and moped and pouted for days on end. No door was ever safe when she was in this mood. And being around the FitzChivalrys, or rather around Caroline, exacerbated it to almost dangerous levels.