Go Verity!
This looks an interesting start, I am looking forward to more (but I am sure your GCSEs are more important
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| Author: | La Petite Em [ Sat May 12, 2007 2:54 pm ] |
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Not only have I rediscovered at board today, but I rediscovered a half finished drabble that I never posted. Can't promise for regular updates. Why I hear you cry??? A little thing like a HUUGE number of GCSEs. “Hello there, I see you’ve been acquainted with my sister-by-marriage already, I’m Mary-Lou, head girl of the Chalet School” rang some all too familiar clarion tones. Verity gave an inward groan. She had managed to get away from her sister-by-marriage and find someone to make friends with alone, but Mary-Lou was never far behind. “And I’m Vi Lucy, second prefect. Pleased to meet you,” added Vi. Oh no, and now Vi was butting in as well! “I have to get rid of them, they’ll drown me out!” thought a rather frantic Verity. “Excuse me bu-” she began, only to be interrupted by a spellbound Lesley Malcolm. Verity had to bite her lip to avoid saying something to her friends that she knew she would regret later on. What was she to do now? They were obviously here to… “Girls, look over there, come on!” yelled Mary-Lou and with that they were gone. …stay. Once again, Verity was alone with the doctor. “Sorry about my friends, they’re acting so childishly,” apologised Verity, with a slight smile up at the darkly handsome doctor. She was so embarrassed, and he probably wouldn’t even want to speak to her now. Trust Mary-Lou… The doctor flashed his charming smile at the slight, pretty young girl standing next to her. “Never mind about them, Verity.” Verity glanced up at him, and found that she couldn’t look away. Two pairs of eyes, one blue and serene, the other brown and sparky, locked together. Couples danced round them, a waiter came up to offer drinks, a secretary on the sidelines stared, but the two were oblivious. They were in their own little bubble, a sanctuary, for those few seconds. To them, it felt like an eternity. He leant forward, and Verity flinched. Surely he wasn’t expecting…? “Shall we dance?” he whispered softly, and gave a small bow. Verity blushed prettily and curtseyed gracefully and took the arm he offered. “I would like that very much.” |
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| Author: | Chair [ Sat May 12, 2007 3:18 pm ] |
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Thanks, Em. It's great to see you back! I hope the GCSEs go ok. I hope that things will go well between Verity and the doctor. |
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| Author: | bethany [ Sat May 12, 2007 3:23 pm ] |
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Go Verity! This looks an interesting start, I am looking forward to more (but I am sure your GCSEs are more important )
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| Author: | Alison H [ Sat May 12, 2007 3:31 pm ] |
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Welcome back - long time no see! Hope the GCSEs go OK. |
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| Author: | La Petite Em [ Sun May 13, 2007 12:51 pm ] |
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I just realised that I forgot properly introduce this drabble. It begins at the San ball in Prefects and Passion, when Verity is beginning to take an interest in a doctor. From then on, she will, (I think!) begin to grow up and away from the school and Mary-Lou. I've no idea how long it will be, but enjoy! Twirling around the hall floor, Verity could hardly believe what she was doing. She was the shy one, the quiet and moony one, yet here she was dancing with a very attractive doctor, some years older than herself. Song after song skipped through her ears, and her feet glided along the floor as though they would never stop. A light waltz began playing and, as she was swept along on a steady arm, she felt happier than she had done for a long time. “So, you go to the Chalet School along the Platz then?” The doctor asked, striking up a light conversation as they skipped along to the gentle one, two three, one two, three of the music. “Yes, I began there when I was just ten years old. The school was in England then- this branch moved to Switzerland when I was about fourteen.” Verity replied. “Yes, I heard of some kind of move, I think Jack Maynard was telling me. Why he was interested in the school I’ve no idea!” The doctor chuckled, half to himself, before adding, “He seemed a little astonished that I wasn’t overly interested.” Verity’s silvery laughter tinkled in the air, and her companion drew her in slightly closer as they danced, hardly believing that this dainty, polite creature was real. “Oh, Uncle Jack is the husband of the Chalet School’s first pupil, and they are still in close contact with it now. He and Aunt Joey live next door, at the Freudeshiem. Surely you’ve heard of the children’s author, Josephine Bettany?” queried Verity, looking up at the doctor with wondering eyes. “Can’t say I’m all too familiar with her. My small sister may have read a few of her books but the name never really sunk in with myself.,” the doctor replied, “No wonder Dr Maynard thought it strange that I didn’t want to know about some old girls school! Forgive me, but I’m not too familiar with the history of the school.” Here the music ended, and Verity led the doctor to a table for two in a quiet corner. “To be honest with you, I don’t really see why you should be either,” she admitted, “Although it’s my school, and is like a second home to me, I am not such a devotee as Aunt Jo or Mary-Lou.” She sighed. “Anyway, let’s hear more about you! I don’t even know your name. And where are you from? Forgive me, but your accent sounds Spanish.” Verity rejoined, ending any further talk of school. “I’m Matteo Antoni, and no, I’m not Spanish. I’m Italian. I grew up in Venice and trained to be a doctor in Rome.” “What are you a doctor of?” “Well, I’m hoping to specialise in TB, like Dr Maynard, but I’m still only training. I came here for some proper experience and because- well just experience really.” Verity was curious as to the other reason he had come, but ignored it. After all, she had only known him two hours, but it seemed longer- much longer in fact. |
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| Author: | Fatima [ Sun May 13, 2007 4:33 pm ] |
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Thanks Em. It's great to see you back again; good luck with the GCSEs. |
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| Author: | brie [ Sun May 13, 2007 5:06 pm ] |
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Thanks Em... off to read the first drabble... |
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| Author: | JoyT [ Sun May 13, 2007 5:27 pm ] |
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Carrying on in a different theme I see now- silly to serious or something like that. It's nice to see the other drabble from Verity's point of view. Thank-you La Petite Em |
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| Author: | Alison H [ Sun May 13, 2007 6:45 pm ] |
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He sounds lovely  .
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| Author: | Chair [ Sun May 13, 2007 8:26 pm ] |
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Thanks, Em. I like the fact that he isn't overly keen on the CS! |
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| Author: | Josie [ Sun May 13, 2007 9:50 pm ] |
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Thanks, Em. Good to see you drabbling again!
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| Author: | La Petite Em [ Mon May 14, 2007 9:40 pm ] |
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Next installment! Ooo and can anyone tell me any illnessess that would have relatively new/ expensive cures at the time Verity was leave to leave the CS?..... This bit is just a bit of a fill-in... Frantic signals from Miss Dene alerted Verity to the time. She jumped up and brushed down her brown velveteen saying, “I’m afraid I must go. Thank-you so much for your company and for the dance, Mr Antoni, oh alright Matteo, I have enjoyed myself so much.” Verity turned a little pink and turned to go before adding, “I hope we meet again.” Then, with a curtsey, she hurried off to join Mary-Lou and the rest of the Chalet School prefects. Matteo looked after her, his brilliant brown eyes growing soft. He knew it was unlikely that they would ever meet again, but he could always dream. “Didn’t you think that Patrick was just marvellous, Verity?” commented Mary-Lou. Oh dear, Verity thought, she’s going to expect me to know what she’s been up to. And I hope she doesn’t know where I’ve been- though she probably hasn’t even noticed that I’ve been gone! “Which was he?” she asked out loud. “The one we all danced with,” replied Mary-Lou, apparently unconcerned by Verity’s ignorance, “Anyway, Miss Dene is waving like a mad thing so we should all get our coats and leave. Come on!” As the group of girls walked towards the Hall exit, Mary-Lou fell back and grabbed Verity’s arm. “Don’t tell the others but Patrick told me that I had a lovely smile! I think I’m getting somewhere with him. But keep it quiet, I don’t want the others getting jealous.” Verity said nothing, just smiled vaguely and nodded. She didn’t doubt for one minute that Mary-Lou liked this Patrick man, but it didn’t sound… real. A feeling based on a single compliment was thin and insubstantial. You have to do more than introduce yourself to a man and have one dance to know when something is real. And it was real, surely you wouldn’t broadcast it so brashly and certainly? Checking herself, Verity realised that she wouldn’t know ‘real’ if it slapped her in the face. |
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| Author: | Chair [ Mon May 14, 2007 10:42 pm ] |
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Thanks, Em. I hope that Matteo and Verity will meet again. |
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| Author: | Fiona Mc [ Tue May 15, 2007 12:26 am ] |
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Chair wrote: Thanks, Em. I hope that Matteo and Verity will meet again.
So do I. He sounds lovely for Verity Anne |
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| Author: | Cath V-P [ Tue May 15, 2007 2:23 am ] |
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She may think she doesn't know 'real' but she does know enough to understand about simply being silly! Thank you Em, and good luck with those exams. |
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| Author: | brie [ Tue May 15, 2007 4:35 pm ] |
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Thanks Em |
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| Author: | Alison H [ Tue May 15, 2007 4:46 pm ] |
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If it's any help, I think that the use of antibiotics to treat TB - as opposed to sending people to places like the San - was only becoming widespread in the 1950s ... if Verity was about 3 years older then the triplets then she'd've been leaving school in 1954. I am not very well up on medical stuff, so I apologise in advance if I've got my facts wrong there! |
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| Author: | leahbelle [ Tue May 15, 2007 5:32 pm ] |
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Thanks, em. Just caught up with this.
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| Author: | Smile :) [ Tue May 15, 2007 7:16 pm ] |
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Ooh this looks good. Thank you Em and good luck with the GCSE's! |
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| Author: | La Petite Em [ Thu May 17, 2007 8:32 am ] |
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Early post as I have a GCSE today! The next day, in the prefect’s room, no one talked of anything but the San ball. As it was a Sunday, the girls were pretty much at liberty to sit for a while and chat to their hearts content. They did this with vim and vigour! “Well I don’t know about the rest of you, but I plan on meeting up with those doctors again as soon as possible,” announced Mary-Lou in her bell-like tones, “We must have some more… accidents…” she paused and looked around at certain girls. “Verity, you’re best at that. How about it?” Verity pressed her lips together in disapproval. It was strange to think that only a few days ago she would have been happy to do such a thing as fake an illness to attract a doctor. Now she thought how childish it seemed and had no idea what had brought on this sudden change. Thinking quickly under Mary-Lou’s steady, blue stare she made the excuse that, “I did it last time. Surely if it were I again it would seem a little suspicious? Anyway, I have no time to lie in the San as I have to practice my singing.” “You didn’t complain about it last time,” Mary-Lou threw at her, “And you are the most delicate of us so it makes sense. Please, it may be our last chance before we have to go to St Millie’s and they think that we’re all serious.” This is it, thought Verity, it’s now or never. “Mary-Lou, why-?” “Excuse me,” came a timid voice from the entrance to the door. A tiny second former stood there, quaking in her shoes at the thought was interrupting the grandees of the school. “Could Ver- Verity-Anne C-Carey please go to the study to see Miss Dene?” With her message delivered, the young girl scurried off, leaving Verity to leave her confrontation with Mary-Lou and stalk out of the room with much dignity. |
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| Author: | Alison H [ Thu May 17, 2007 9:04 am ] |
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Good luck with the exam .
Why do people always interrupt just when you're about to say something important?! |
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| Author: | brie [ Thu May 17, 2007 10:40 am ] |
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Good Luck Em!!! Thanks for the update
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| Author: | Chair [ Thu May 17, 2007 10:57 am ] |
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Thanks, Em. I hope your exam went well. I hope that Verity will be able to stand up to Mary-Lou. I wonder why Miss Dene wants to see Verity. |
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| Author: | La Petite Em [ Thu May 17, 2007 4:12 pm ] |
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Exam did go pretty well- thanks for asking everyone. Alison, your help was useful because meant that I didn't have to change my storyline. |
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| Author: | La Petite Em [ Tue May 22, 2007 10:07 pm ] |
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Oh you lucky CBB-ers! Rosalie Dene’s fingers were flying like mad over her typewriter, and she was so involved in her work that she didn’t hear Verity’s polite tap on her study door. In fact, she didn’t even notice the door edge open and Verity’s curly head peep around it. The girl came into the room, stood in front of Miss Dene’s desk and waited. And waited. “Miss Dene?” “Oh, Verity! You surprised me!” Rosalie’s typewriter ribbon snapped as she jolted the ancient machine and she groaned with annoyance. “That’s the third time this week. I’m never going to get this batch of letters finished.” Her fingers fumbled with the typewriter, and Verity came round to help her. “Here, let me hold that whilst you replace the ribbon,” she said, acting to suit her words. “Thank-you Verity. I really must see about getting a new typewriter,” Rosalie sighed, “I’ve had this once ever since I was Sir James’ secretary.” “Wow,” breathed Verity, her mind flicking over stories she had heard of the old Austrian Tyrol days of the school. “It must hold so many memories for you though.” “Yes,” agreed Miss Dene, “But then, times move on, people grow up.,” She looked wistfully at Verity before hurriedly continuing, “Anyway, I received a phone call from Jack Maynard today and he was wondering someone from the Sixth could help him. There is a young girl up at the San who has just been diagnosed with TB. The doctors think that she will get better, but she is not responding to the treatment as well as they have hoped. Jack’s theory is that she is very bored, so he would like someone to go to her once or twice a week. He specifically asked for you, Verity, saying that they needed someone who was kind, calm and could sing well. Would you go along?” Verity was stunned. No one had ever asked for her help before, and she wasn’t sure if she was experienced enough to do the job. “I’m flattered that Jack thought of me, but surely someone like Mary-Lou could do a better job. She can sing fairly well and she’s much better at solving problems than me.” Rosalie leant across the desk and took Verity’s hands in hers. “I shouldn’t really say this to you, and you mustn’t repeat it. At times, Mary-Lou lacks in sensitivity, and she’s not subtle. Believe me Verity, you are what Jack is looking for. Please, don’t let him down.” Verity gave a small smile. “I’ll do it!” “I knew you would. Now, hurry along and tidy your hair before Prayers and I’ll tell Jack. Oh, and not a word about that last to anyone else!” Once Verity was gone from the room, Rosalie sat back, and thought about the girl. She was no longer the small mooner who had to be cared for by Mary-Lou, but no one seemed to see that. Verity had grown to be quietly confident and sincere; a reliable girl, if still rather slow. She could foresee a lot of changes coming up, especially if Verity were to spend more time at the San. |
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| Author: | Cath V-P [ Wed May 23, 2007 12:06 am ] |
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Rosalie's observant isn't she? And she definitely needs a new typewriter! |
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| Author: | Fiona Mc [ Wed May 23, 2007 12:11 am ] |
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Loved Rosalie's observations. Thanks for the update and hope the exams went well |
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| Author: | Chair [ Wed May 23, 2007 12:12 am ] |
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Thanks, Em. I'm glad that they have noticed Verity's qualities. |
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| Author: | Alison H [ Wed May 23, 2007 7:42 am ] |
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A colleague of mine who is not very well up on IT matters recently asked me if he needed to "change the ribbon" when the printer flashed up that it was out of ink  .
Thanks Em .
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| Author: | Lesley [ Wed May 23, 2007 7:47 am ] |
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Alison H wrote: A colleague of mine who is not very well up on IT matters recently asked me if he needed to "change the ribbon" when the printer flashed up that it was out of ink
Love that! 
So nice that some, at least, are seeing that Verity is growing up - and how nice of Jack to ask specifically for her. Thanks Em. |
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| Author: | brie [ Wed May 23, 2007 10:02 am ] |
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Poor Rosalie, But good for Verity, this might be just what she needs. Thanks Em |
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| Author: | La Petite Em [ Thu May 24, 2007 4:24 pm ] |
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“What did Miss Dene want you for?” Mary-Lou asked abruptly. She and Verity were alone in the prefects room, for the rest were all engaged else where. They had barely spoken since earlier that day, and there was a slightly tense atmosphere between them. “She told me that Uncle Jack has asked for me to go up to the San once or twice a week to talk and sing to a girl there. She has TB and, although she will get better, I think that she is quite low at the moment,” explained Verity, hoping that Mary-Lou wouldn’t ask too many questions. She opened her music theory notes and began to work on them, trying to ignore the stunned silence with which her explanation had been received. Mary-Lou was truly gob-smacked. “You mean to say that you have been asked to help someone? And I-” She checked herself hurriedly, realising what she had just been about to admit out loud, something she had never really admitted to even herself. Was it true that she saw herself as the best Chalet prefect, which all responsibilities should be given to her? “No, I don’t,” she told herself firmly, I’m just used to helping people. After, Uncle Jack does call me a champion butter-in; it’s what I’m good at. I suppose I’ve just got used to being the one people rely on.” Still, she could not help feeling disappointed that the school had chosen her sister-by-marriage over her to help the girl with up at the San. Mary-Lou continued out loud, “And I haven’t heard before now? That’s great news.” Verity frowned slightly, wondering what the head girl had been about to say. Although Mary-Lou’s words had been happy enough, her eyes had told a completely different story. Ignoring this she carried on; “I think I will be going up for the first time on Wednesday. Mrs Dene gave the impression that I was to go on days when you all have maths because now I’ve stopped that I will have a free lesson then. “Well, don’t hesitate to ask me when you need help,” was the head girl’s final comment as she gathered her books and headed for the door. |
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| Author: | Lesley [ Thu May 24, 2007 5:29 pm ] |
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Well at least she did stop herself - though of course Verity knew what she left unsaid anyway. Thanks Em. |
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| Author: | Alison H [ Thu May 24, 2007 6:22 pm ] |
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Mary-Lou really does need a good slap sometimes! |
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| Author: | Chair [ Thu May 24, 2007 8:55 pm ] |
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Thanks, Em. It's good that Mary-Lou didn't invite herself on the visit. |
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| Author: | Lyanne [ Thu May 24, 2007 9:34 pm ] |
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Quote: “Well, don’t hesitate to ask me when you need help,” was the head girl’s final comment as she gathered her books and headed for the door.
And todays confidence-boosting statment from Mary-Lou... |
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| Author: | Cath V-P [ Fri May 25, 2007 12:48 am ] |
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It isn't cheek, it's just Mary-Lou....
Thank you Em. |
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| Author: | brie [ Fri May 25, 2007 10:47 am ] |
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Thanks Em Well what can we say.. it's only Mary-Lou, right?
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| Author: | Rosalin [ Fri May 25, 2007 11:09 am ] |
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Thanks Em. Good to see Mary-Lou had some restraint, but poor Verity. I llike seeing another side to her, helping Rosalie with the ribbon was nice. I'm imagining Mary-Lou standing there and telling Rosalie how to change it
I found Verity a bit one-dimensional in some of the books but felt she had the potential to be interesting so I'm looking foward to seeing how she gets on at the San. |
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| Author: | Fiona Mc [ Sat May 26, 2007 2:49 am ] |
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I am glad Mary Lou stopped herself from saying more and hope it's a start for her to realise she isn't the only pebble on the beach |
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| Author: | La Petite Em [ Sat May 26, 2007 11:15 am ] |
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Earlier on that day, in the large San a little further along the Gornetz Platz, a young Italian doctor sat in an office. He should have been writing a report on the latest case in the hospital, but his head was full of a slight, pretty school girl that he had known for just one evening. He had been in relationships with girls before, had even come close to thinking that they could be the one, but he had never felt this way. He couldn’t concentrate on anything; Doctor Maynard had noticed and asked what was wrong. Matteo was wondering if he had done the right thing. He needed to see Verity, but did she want to see him? What if she just saw him as any other doctor; a friend, a dependable man to rely on for help? A knocking on his door brought him back down to earth. “She is a little livelier today; she asks for you, Herr Antoni.” Matteo was brought back down to earth with a bump. “Oh, thank-you. I will right along.” Contemplations over, he hurried along the corridor to a small private ward a young, pale girl was propped up on pillows, awaiting him. |
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| Author: | Lesley [ Sat May 26, 2007 11:26 am ] |
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Interesting - so the Doctor is just as interested in Verity... Thanks Em |
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| Author: | Alison H [ Sat May 26, 2007 11:43 am ] |
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Oh good .
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| Author: | ibarhis [ Sat May 26, 2007 11:59 am ] |
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Jack as cupid? ! |
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| Author: | Fatima [ Sat May 26, 2007 1:04 pm ] |
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How sweet! Thanks Em. |
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| Author: | brie [ Sat May 26, 2007 1:54 pm ] |
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ibarhis wrote: Jack as cupid? !
Thanks Em! |
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| Author: | Chair [ Sat May 26, 2007 6:03 pm ] |
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Thanks, Em. I'm glad that Matteo likes Verity too. |
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| Author: | Sal [ Mon May 28, 2007 2:29 pm ] |
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La Petite Em wrote: but his head was full of a slight, pretty school girl that he had known for just one evening. Yay!!
Thanks Em |
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| Author: | La Petite Em [ Tue May 29, 2007 8:39 pm ] |
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A lovely long update today to make up for the gap in posting! And, ibarhis, I'm not so sure about Jack being cupid... it's too complicated for that. “Err, I’m Verity-Ann Carey, from the Chalet School, come here to see one of your patients. Do you know where I ought to go?” Verity stood nervously in front of the reception desk at the San. Rosalie had dropped her off in the car a few minutes before, for grey clouds were looming in the sky, and hadn’t been able to see her in on account of a heavy workload. Having no idea of the girl’s name or where to find her, Verity had seen no other way out but to ask the receptionist. “Second floor, ward 7b. Her name is Annata.” With that, the receptionist turned back to her work and paid Verity no further attention. “Thank-you,” murmured Verity, and headed towards the elevator. She had to wait for it to arrive, as it was on the top floor at that present moment. Her head was buzzing. What if I don’t know what to say to her? What if she hates me at first sight? What do I do if she needs help whilst I’m there? Who do I call? I can’t do this, just can’t. This isn’t me, who am I trying to fool? I shouldn’t be here, Mary-Lou- Bing. The elevator arrived and, trembling, the girl stepped into it. It was too late to turn back now, and Verity knew it. If only she hadn’t got to do this by herself. The elevator reached the second floor and she stepped out into the corridor. Ward 3 was directly in front of her. Walking slowly down the corridor- ward 4, 5a, 5b, 6, 7a. Verity stopped to collect her thoughts when 7b came into sight. She could do this. Jack Maynard had asked for her hadn’t he? Not anyone else. That meant that she could do it, help this young girl. Verity moved into the room. “A- are you Verity-Ann?” came a faint voice from the only occupant of the ward. Verity knelt by the bed and took a delicate wrist in her hand. “Yes, I am. You must be Annata.” The girl in the bed gave a small nod and Verity smiled up at her. Annata’s cheeks were thin and, despite her olive skin tone, were pale. Her eyes lacked a sparkle which looked as though it ought to have been there, and dark shadows lay underneath them. Annata went to sit up further, but Verity gently put a hand on her shoulder. “No, you lie still; you are tired. We will talk a while and then I will sing something. I don’t want to overexcite you the first time I meet you now, do I?” All worries gone, Verity had the situation under control. Annata was a lovely soul of just ten years who hung onto Verity’s every word. “What’s your school like?” she asked. Settling down on a light chair, Verity replied, “Well, I think it’s the best school anyone could ever want to go to. It’s really quite famous and the teachers are wonderful.” Annata shook her head wearily. “No, no. I know that. Doctor Maynard has told me so much. I meant… what are the other girls like?” Verity, all prepared to shield her from the truth, began, “Very kind. Everyone likes to help and…” Her voice trailed away and she broke Annata’s steady gaze. “Helpful? That’s nice.” Too young to notice her elder’s discomfort, Annata was satisfied with the answer. “If I were well, I should like to go there. Is there much singing and music? I like to sing. I used to be able to play the viola quite well before I came here.” The elderly sigh she gave after this remark shocked Verity so much that she was almost rendered speechless. “You’re tired Annata. Lie down properly and I’ll sing you something soothing. That alright?” When, Jack Maynard arrived one hour later to tell Verity that Miss Dene has arrived, Annata was lying peacefully, listening. Neither girl wanted Verity to leave, but such meetings, if too long, could tire Annata too much. “Verity will be back in a couple of days Annata, don’t fret.” “I’m not!” replied the girl indignantly. But, even so, she felt that the time just couldn’t pass quickly enough. |
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| Author: | Lesley [ Tue May 29, 2007 9:52 pm ] |
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Awww that's nice - I think Verity is just the right type for little Annata. Thanks Em |
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| Author: | Alison H [ Tue May 29, 2007 10:15 pm ] |
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It's so nice to see Verity getting a chance to be something other than OOAO's "sister-by-marriage"! |
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| Author: | Miranda [ Wed May 30, 2007 3:37 am ] |
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That was a lovely time for both of them. Thanks Em |
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| Author: | brie [ Wed May 30, 2007 2:00 pm ] |
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Thanks Em (((Annata))) |
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| Author: | La Petite Em [ Wed May 30, 2007 6:01 pm ] |
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Verity sighed as she flopped down onto a chair in her form room. “It’s just so sad that someone so young should be so ill. Annata’s such a lovely little girl and it’s a shame that she doesn’t often have the energy to run around and play like most kids of her age do.” “Did you find it upsetting then?” broke in Mary-Lou, looking over the top of her book with wide-eyed interest. “Well of course,” replied Verity, surprised that her sister by marriage had even needed to ask that question. “Wouldn’t you be?” “I would be, to a certain extent,” began Mary-Lou. She shut her book, put it inside her desk and leant forward as though about to give a lecture. “But you see, Verity, as you go through life you learn that not everything is as perfect as you imagine when you are young. Illness can affect anyone at anytime, as can injury or death. I have sheltered you from many things because you are a sensitive person and wouldn’t be able to cope with too much. I myself have grown up quickly because people know that I am a responsible person. Seeing Annata is your chance to proof to people that you aren’t as weak as you used to be but, don’worry,I will say this again, you can turn to me when you need help. I’m always here.” Silence followed, for Verity was rather stunned and Mary-Lou was leant back looking rather pleased with herself. Finally, Verity managed to murmur a thank-you before fleeing the room and, with direct disregard for the rules, running to her dormitory. She flung herself onto her bed and began pummelling the pillow rigorously. “Rrrrrrrrrrr! Can’t she just leave me alone? For one week, wouldn’t that fantastic?” No one saw her for the rest of the day; she didn’t even turn up to lessons. When the mistresses asked where she was, Mary-Lou simply stated that she must have been badly affected at the San and was probably in shock and wanted to be alone. No one questioned this theory, in fact Miss Wilmot even suggested that Verity should perhaps not visit Annata again. Luckily for Verity, Mary-Lou squashed this firmly, declaring, “She has to learn sometime, poor kid,” in a thoroughly condescending manner. When the bell rang for Abendessen, Verity awoke with a start. The heat of the day and Mary-Lou’s lecture had made her feel surprisingly tired. She was still lying on her front, head buried in the pillow, curls all over her face. Disbelieving at her unusual situation, and forgetting her fury with Mary-Lou, she tidied and hurried down to eat. |
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| Author: | Alison H [ Wed May 30, 2007 6:25 pm ] |
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I wish she'd give Mary-Lou a good slap! |
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| Author: | Chair [ Wed May 30, 2007 6:26 pm ] |
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Thanks, Em. I think that Verity did well with Annata. *Clare pokes Mary-Lou with a poking stick for being so annoying*. |
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| Author: | Lesley [ Wed May 30, 2007 6:53 pm ] |
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Condescending little cow! Who does she think she is?
*Joins Alison in hoping she'll give Mary-Lou a good slap* And how dare the Mistresses take Mary-Lou's idea as Gospel??? |
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| Author: | Elder in Ontario [ Wed May 30, 2007 8:19 pm ] |
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Clearly I'm not the only one wanting to grab Mary Lou by the scruff of her neck and give her a good shaking over this!! I thought Verity handled her visit to Annata very well, and Mary Lou should have congratulated her instead of squashing her! And I think Miss Wilmot should have gone in search of Verity for herself, instead of accepting Mary-Lou's entirely erroneous summary of affairs. Thanks, Em - it will be interesting to watch this develop. |
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| Author: | Cath V-P [ Thu May 31, 2007 12:15 am ] |
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Talk about believing your own press releases! OOAO is so patronising - and Miss Wilmot should have told her to be quiet and sought out Verity herself. |
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| Author: | Fiona Mc [ Thu May 31, 2007 1:34 am ] |
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I can't wait to see the impending explosion between Mary Lou and Verity that seems immeninent (looks hopefully at Le Petite Em ) I think Mary Lou won't know what hits her in that case
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| Author: | meerium [ Thu May 31, 2007 10:55 am ] |
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huzzah, Verity recovers the backbone she had when she first came to the Chalet School! Echoing Fiona Mc, I'd love to see her and Mary-Lou have a proper stand up row! |
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| Author: | La Petite Em [ Thu May 31, 2007 12:16 pm ] |
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“This is a lovely doll house Verity. Where did you get it from?” Annata gently fingered a dainty chair form the drawing room before sliding it back under the table. “I borrowed it from Doctor Maynard’s wife. One of her girls, Con, won it at a Chalet School fair. It’s called St Brivials.” “Please thank-you to her. I hope she isn’t missing it too much.” Verity’s tinkling laughter rang throughout the room. “Oh she won’t want it now. Why, she must be 13 or 14 years old now.” Annata frowned. “I will still play with these house’s of dolls when I am quite, quite old. I wish to be young forever. Only, young out of a bed.” She laughed wistfully with one of those sighs that Verity had now become accustomed to. It had been almost a month since the two girls had first met. Verity had gone to visit her small charge all throughout the holidays and was extremely pleased with the changes she found. Annata now know everything possible about the Chalet School, and had even been allowed to read Cecily Holds The Fort. She clamoured for news of the mistresses and happenings in the school every week. A little colour had appeared in her smooth, olive cheeks, although she still tired very easily. “Annata,” Verity had a question she had been longing to ask her little friend ever since they first met, “Where did you live before you came here?” Annata’s deep brown eyes widened, she paused and then clutched Verity’s hand. “I miss it. I never will see those people again. Gone, all gone. But…but I need them. I want to go back, I must!” Her frail body began to shake and her breathing became fast and in jerks. “I’m so sorry,” Verity had to think quickly before a doctor heard and sent her away. “I didn’t know… please calm down darling or I may be told to leave you.” As a single tear ran down Annata’s face, the Chalet School prefect left her seat and held her charge tight to her. “It’s all fine; don’t make yourself ill Annata, please.” When the gentle sobs had subsided, Verity sat back down, Annata wiped her eyes and lay back on her pillows, worn out. “Sorry,” she whispered, “I say later. Another time.” As Verity sang lowly to her, she mind flicked over why Annata was so upset. Did she have no one left in the world? Verity had never seen any family in the ward or around the San, nor had Annata ever mentioned any. “I hardly know anything about the girl,” she mused, “Am I the only person besides the staff to care? What will become of her when she is well again? A footstep at the door caused her to arouse, but she didn’t turn around. Annata’s eyes opened, but she was not shocked. “I am sorry. I thought you had left. Forgive me,” came a voice which seemed vaguely familiar. |
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| Author: | Alison H [ Thu May 31, 2007 12:40 pm ] |
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Ah, is that the lovely doctor we hear  ?
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| Author: | Lesley [ Thu May 31, 2007 6:34 pm ] |
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Hmmmm, a mystery - want to know more. Thanks Em. |
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| Author: | Chair [ Thu May 31, 2007 9:01 pm ] |
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Thanks, Em. I'm glad they're still getting on well. |
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| Author: | Fiona Mc [ Thu May 31, 2007 11:54 pm ] |
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Verity is so lovely and gentle with her |
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| Author: | Cath V-P [ Fri Jun 01, 2007 12:22 am ] |
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Lovely to see Verity getting on so well with Annata. |
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| Author: | Clare [ Fri Jun 01, 2007 10:47 am ] |
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I've just read this through from the start - it's fabulous! Thank you Em. Verity is so lovely, but I really want to see her give Mary-Lou what she deserves!! |
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| Author: | brie [ Fri Jun 01, 2007 11:04 am ] |
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Ah is that the lovely doctor? *Slaps May-lou* |
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| Author: | La Petite Em [ Fri Jun 01, 2007 2:17 pm ] |
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Maybe... “Hurry up,” muttered Matteo, as he furiously jabbed the elevator button. Infuriatingly, it simply continued to flash red. “Why is it being so slow?” In reality, the lift was being no slower than it usually was, but the young Italian had his final report to hand in, and it had to be on Jack Maynard’s desk by fifteen o’clock or else. It didn’t bear thinking about. Matteo was not fitting in with the other doctors at the San. He found them old-fashioned, slow, predictable and, compared to his fiery Italian tutor back in Rome, very dull. The other doctors thought that the new Herr Antoni was too lax about his work; sitting there at his desk, dreaming. He was too modern for them. He liked listening to the rock and roll vinyl he had discovered hidden in a store cupboard, he wore a black leather jacket off duty with a white open neck shirt and blue jeans- a mix a Italian, American and English styles. This ‘multi-cultural’ element made Jack Maynard despise him more than amy other doctor, mainly because Matteo told many people to call him Señor Antoni instead of Herr. All this and more dashed through Matteo’s mind as he sprinted down the stairs, having given up on the elevator. He reached Dr Maynard’s spacious, luxurious office just as that particular man was turning the key. “Doctor Maynard, I have a report!” he cried, waving it vigorously. “Antoni, you are late. I cannot accept it.” Jack Maynard had had an awful day and was not in the mood to be sympathetic. “The clock has not yet struck,” reasoned Matteo, “You must take my report.” Jack raised his eyebrows and considered his junior’s point. Surely this young man was too impudent and headstrong to become a specialist in this highly regarded Sanatorium? As he was doing so, the crucial hour was tolled by the bell at the Chalet school chapels, so loud it could across the clear air of the Platz. “Your time is up,” Doctor Maynard concluded, “I’m sorry, but this is the end of your course here.” He was trying to keep up a professional manner, hiding the fact that he knew he was being unfair. “I was not late! You held it up and stopped me continuing in this place!” In his rage, Matteo became strongly Italian. “Siete unjust e perchè? Siete troppo antiquati, too old-fashioned!” “There will be other opportunities for work Antoni, even here. It’s always a good thing to take time out to think about your life choices.” Jack’s voice was cold and unforgiving. Cooling a little, controlling his hot temper, Antoni replied, “Pardon me Doctor Maynard, I was not thinking.” He paused, turning the situation over in his mind. “May I not appeal, gain a place alongside you to work on TB? Please?” “Antoni, I said no and, around here, my word is final. The only reason you want to be involved in TB is pure selfishness and I won’t have it. Apply to another department or move away. Become a ‘GP’ or something equally lowly, but do not question my decision or question my judgement. Just go.” With that, Jack strode down the corridor, leaving Matteo with a useless report and a dark future. The Italian wearily climbed the stairs, ripping the painstakingly neat and accurate document as he did so. He staggered to room 7b to visit his favourite patient. As Matteo behind the door, he heard a charming voice, the one that had been filling his dreams for the past month. He stepped in softly and his deep, brown eyes began to glow as they rested on the scene before him. “I am sorry. I thought you had left. Forgive me,” he said, holding back his excitement, praying that Verity would be as pleased as he was that they were together once more. |
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| Author: | Alison H [ Fri Jun 01, 2007 2:21 pm ] |
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I can well imagine anyone young and with new ideas clashing with Jack like that! |
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| Author: | ibarhis [ Fri Jun 01, 2007 2:29 pm ] |
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Yes... but equally, there is a difference between old-fashioned and unfair! On the face of it that read as Jack being simply unfair. I'm wondering what is going on at home or in the rest of his life. |
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| Author: | Sal [ Fri Jun 01, 2007 3:23 pm ] |
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 Jack
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| Author: | Lesley [ Fri Jun 01, 2007 11:59 pm ] |
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Jack was totally unfair and unprofessional there. And exceptionally petty about the report - especially as Doctor Antoni was not late. I hope matteo will take it further because Jack should not be allowed to get away with such behaviour - and how dare he attempt to ruin a man's career because he doesn't approve of his manner? Thanks Emma |
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| Author: | Chair [ Sat Jun 02, 2007 12:10 am ] |
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Thanks, Em. I'm sorry that Jack was so unfair. *Clare takes an incredibly large poking stick to use on Jack*. |
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| Author: | La Petite Em [ Mon Jun 11, 2007 1:25 pm ] |
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Finally, some more drabble! I haven't got much more written but I know what's going to happen... Startled, Verity turned around, sitting up straight on her chair. Her eyes widened as she saw the young doctor entering the room. He gave a small smile and ventured towards the bed. “Doctor Antoni, it’s nice to see you again,” said Verity calmly, rising to her full, if rather small, height. “Verity, I can’t believe you’re here,” Matteo exclaimed, breathlessly. “I’ve been wondering when I would get to see you again.” An inner light seemed to shine from within as his eyes rested on Verity’s lovely face. “Well, that’s nice…” murmured Verity lamely. After wishing so long that she could see Matteo again, just for one moment, she now had no idea how to handle the situation. “So, what are you doing in the San?” “I could ask you the same thing,” retorted Verity, driving the subject away from her, “I know you work here but surely a 20 year old trainee wouldn’t be allowed to tend to patients alone?” Feeling uncomfortable, Matteo shifted is weight on his feet and broke her steady gaze. “Well?” Verity asked sharply, “You are a trainee here, yes?” Here, Annata saw fit to join here. “Matt is a trainee and I should know for he is my brother and, next week when he can have more tasks to do, he will be my assistant doctor and we can see a lot more of him.” Verity glanced from one Italian to another, for she had now deduced that that was where Annata had come from. Matteo would still not meet her gaze and Annata, confused as to why she had not replied, was frowning hard. “I –I must be off. It’s getting late and, and… I have to go.” The Chaletian gathered up her bag and umbrella and hurried out of the room. |
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| Author: | brie [ Mon Jun 11, 2007 1:53 pm ] |
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Oh! I didn't see that coming. Poor Matt. Thanks Em |
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| Author: | Lesley [ Mon Jun 11, 2007 5:49 pm ] |
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And he's just been given the sack, hasn't he? 
Do hope Jack is well and truly punished for his attitude/ Thanks Em. |
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| Author: | Sal [ Mon Jun 11, 2007 10:55 pm ] |
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Thanks Em although not the next meeting for the two that I had hoped for. 
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| Author: | Fiona Mc [ Wed Jun 13, 2007 1:41 am ] |
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Sal wrote: Thanks Em although not the next meeting for the two that I had hoped for.
Echoes that thought. also like Lesley hope Jack is pulled onto the carpet for his attitude |
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| Author: | JoyT [ Wed Jun 13, 2007 2:37 pm ] |
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I just had rather a lot of catching up to do on this, but it's so nice to read it all at one try. I think Verity is jumping to some sort of conclusion here. Thank you very much Emma. |
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| Author: | La Petite Em [ Sat Jun 16, 2007 12:41 pm ] |
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Finally, an update! Silence reigned in room 7b for a full ten seconds before Matteo sprang into action and sprinted out of the room after Verity-Anne. “Verity, Verity wait!” He called, hoping that she hadn’t gone too far. He checked the elevator, but it was on the fourth floor; unlikely that she would have gone up there. Looking down the corridor in desperation, Matteo noticed the light brown curls whipping around a corner. “Verity, wait, please! Come back for just a moment.” Matteo finally reached her on a small landing on the staircase. “Verity, what’s wrong?” The blue eyes, glistening behind a film of tears rested on him in disbelieve. “Don’t you know?” “Of course not. We are just going to see more of each other what with both being at the San every week. What’s wrong with that?” “That’s exactly what I mean! Please, stop acting as if you have no idea. I saw your guilty look in Annata’s room.” Verity paused, convinced that Matteo was lying to her. He began an explanation, but she cut him short. “Don’t try to explain. Do you know, I was really happy for once to be chosen for something over Mary-Lou because I could be responsible and caring, not because of some love sick trainee using his sister as a poor excuse. Do you even know what this means to me? Herr Antoni, you are rude, deceitful and selfish. Good bye.” Minutes later, Verity shut herself in a cubicle in the lady’s room and dropped her head in her hands. Her life, which had rapidly been changing for the better, had come pack down again with a crash. “It’s back to being Verity-Anne Carey again for me,” she muttered, playing with a loose strand on her blazer. “I’ll have to leave the San, make up with Mary-Lou and…and.. and never speak to him again.” The gentian blue of the blazer darkened as a tears spread through it. Verity fumbled in her bag for a hankie and her compact. As soon as possible, she passed through reception looking composed and unruffled, exited though large, double glass doors and turned her back on the Sanatorium and all within it. |
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| Author: | Alison H [ Sat Jun 16, 2007 1:15 pm ] |
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Oh dear . I hope he goes after her!
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| Author: | Lesley [ Sat Jun 16, 2007 1:31 pm ] |
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Oh no! Hope he is able to explain - and that she continues to visit Annata - it's not fair that she should be deprived of a friend. Thanks Em |
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| Author: | JustJen [ Sat Jun 16, 2007 2:50 pm ] |
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Poor Verity! |
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| Author: | brie [ Sat Jun 16, 2007 3:33 pm ] |
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Oh no!! Thanks Em |
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| Author: | Fatima [ Sat Jun 16, 2007 3:51 pm ] |
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Whilst I do feel so sorry for Verity, I can't help but admire her for saying all that to him. She's no spineless jellyfish. |
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| Author: | Fiona Mc [ Sun Jun 17, 2007 2:57 am ] |
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What! I'm confused. What is so terrible about Annata being Matteo's sister? 
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| Author: | La Petite Em [ Mon Jun 25, 2007 9:44 pm ] |
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MODS, DELETE THIS IF YOU LIKE. I DON'T KNOW HOW TO BUT, I SEE, I POSTED TWICE! Silence reigned in room 7b for a full ten seconds before Matteo sprang into action and sprinted out of the room after Verity-Anne. “Verity, Verity wait!” He called, hoping that she hadn’t gone too far. He checked the elevator, but it was on the fourth floor; unlikely that she would have gone up there. Looking down the corridor in desperation, Matteo noticed the light brown curls whipping around a corner. “Verity, wait, please! Come back for just a moment.” He began sprinting desperately after the younger girl. Matteo finally reached her on a small landing on the staircase. “Verity, what’s wrong?” The blue eyes, glistening behind a film of tears rested on him in disbelieve. “Don’t you know?” “Of course not. We are just going to see more of each other what with both being at the San every week. What’s wrong with that?” “That’s exactly what I mean! Please, stop acting as if you have no idea. I saw your guilty look in Annata’s room.” Verity paused, convinced that Matteo was lying to her. He began an explanation, but she cut him short. “Don’t try to explain. Do you know, I was really happy for once to be chosen for something over Mary-Lou because I could be responsible and caring, not because of some love sick trainee using his sister as a poor excuse. Do you even know what this means to me?” She paused and collected her thoughts. “Herr Antoni, you are rude, deceitful and selfish. Good bye.” Matteo stared after her, trying to fathom out what was going on in her mind. If only he could have broken the news to her sooner, or worked out who the girl was from Annata’s chatter or perhaps never run into her at all. Why had Annata never mentioned the name Verity? The conclusion she had jumped to was surely the wrong, but it was too late to change the situation now. Minutes later, Verity shut herself in a cubicle in the lady’s room and dropped her head in her hands. Her life, which had rapidly been changing for the better, had suddenly come back down again with a crash. “It’s back to being Verity-Anne Carey again for me,” she muttered, playing with a loose strand on her blazer. “I’ll have to leave the San, make up with Mary-Lou and…and.. and never speak to him again.” The gentian blue of the blazer darkened as a tears spread through it. Verity fumbled in her bag for a hankie and her compact. As soon as possible, she passed through reception looking composed and unruffled, exited though large, double glass doors and turned her back on the Sanatorium and all within it. |
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| Author: | brie [ Tue Jun 26, 2007 9:45 am ] |
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| Author: | Alison H [ Tue Jun 26, 2007 9:50 am ] |
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Matteo, get after her and explain!! |
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| Author: | Willow [ Sun Jul 08, 2007 10:47 pm ] |
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Well well well you snuck back and POSTED THIS DRABBLE I'VE BEEN WAITING YEARS TO READ WITHOUT TELLING ME!!!!!!! EEepp it's brilliant!! I love it!!
More please?
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| Author: | La Petite Em [ Thu Jul 12, 2007 9:15 pm ] |
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Twas my suprise for you, Willow!... Sorry about the gap everyone... I forgot about this. 
With lips set in a dead straight line, eyes cold and stony, face downcast and still slightly tear stained, Rosalie could see that Verity was not in the mood for talking when she had flung herself into the passenger seat. She sighed heavily, contemplating that she had never known a girl more difficult to figure out. Just one hour ago she had been joyous and talkative; now was withdrawn and clearly upset. The girl didn’t look back longingly at the San to see her small charge waving at the window, or even give Rosalie an in depth description of how much Annata had improved. Something was badly wrong. Nothing was said as they drove down the drive from the San. The silence was held as the trusty car negotiated the necessary meanders and sharp turns. The quiet indeed could have lasted the entire journey if Rosalie had not pulled over on a small stretch of slightly wider road and turned concerned eyes on her pupil. “Verity, what on earth is wrong? You can’t keep everything inside you. This is strictly off the record and, well, I’d like to help if I could.” After Verity said nothing, she tried to guess the problem. “Come on, you’ll see Annata in a week’s time, it isn’t that long at all. And you’ll have the Christmas play to tell-” she stopped short. A horrible idea had just gripped her mind and she dropped her grip on the steering column. “Annata isn’t? She hasn’t…? Verity, please, tell me!” Verity turned soft eyes onto Rosalie Dene. “Oh no, Annata is fine, getting along very well.” She twisted her handkerchief in her lap and bit her lip. She had to come out with ot now or she never would. “I had an…an argument with one of the doctors about why I was seeing Annata and… and, well I do not think it is appropriate for me to visit Annata again,” she burst out, glossing over the details of the story. The secretary sat back in shock. “Verity, how did this happen? You are meant to be there looking after the child and no one should be able to tell you otherwise. I hope you reported this to Jack Maynard? No? Well I’ll ring him up as soon as I get in. I will not let you give up this opportunity- you are going back next week.” “I can’t!” Verity was flabbergasted, having been sure her story would work. “I really can’t! I am so sorry Miss Dene, but I don’t think I could face him again, you know what I’m like when I’m angry. Now is the time to send Mary-Lou in, she would be… more suited to the circumstances than I.” She could not bring herself to say ‘better’. “ I…I… I thought this would give me a new start or direction but I’m really not ready for this. I honestly can’t return.” Rosalie raised an eyebrow before checking her wing mirror and heading back out onto the road. She had a sneaky suspicion of the real reason, and came up with a plan to find out. “So, Verity, have you heard that Annata has a brother staying at the San training to be a doctor? He was at the ball. His name is Matteo Antoni.” She peered curiously, with one eye still in the road, to see Verity’s reaction. Her eyes narrowed as Verity replied in clipped, stilted tones, “I had no idea he existed. He can’t be very important for neither Jack nor Annata spoke of him. Anyway, I will never know him now and have no wish to.” |
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| Author: | Lesley [ Thu Jul 12, 2007 9:24 pm ] |
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Silly Verity - hope Rosalie persists - and doesn't turn it all over to mary Lou.
Thanks Em |
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| Author: | Willow [ Thu Jul 12, 2007 10:02 pm ] |
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Oh no!! Verity must go back!! Noooo don't let Mary-Lou interfere Rosalie!! Thank you Emmmaaaa |
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| Author: | Alison H [ Thu Jul 12, 2007 10:18 pm ] |
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Glad to see that Rosalie isn't scandalised! Hope she keeps OOAO well out of it though. |
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| Author: | Josie [ Thu Jul 12, 2007 10:57 pm ] |
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Come on, Rosalie, you know you want to play matchmaker!
*has a feeling it won't be that simple* Thanks Em, this is great. |
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| Author: | ibarhis [ Fri Jul 13, 2007 7:08 am ] |
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How nice to see more of this... |
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| Author: | La Petite Em [ Tue Jul 17, 2007 4:09 pm ] |
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Thing AREN'T looking good... Matteo gazed unseeingly at the memo in front of him, the memo he had found lying on his desk that morning. He had been sitting that way for the past fifteen minutes in deep shock. Herr Antoni, (it read,) I am sorry to say that you have no passed your training to become a TB specialist at this San. We feel you do not have the right qualities and, besides, your final assessment was never handed in. (Here Matteo smashed a clenched fist on the desk in frustration.) It is necessary for you to clear out your office by sixteen o’clock today. I hope you understand that you had the office only because of your brilliant previous report and not because of your unique circumstances. Therefore, you no longer have any right to it. Hand in the keys at reception. J. Maynard With compliments of the Gornetz Platz Sanatorium The footer winked ironically up at him, highlighting the icy tone of Doctor Maynard’s words. Matteo had no option. He had to get another job somehow at the San, or else he wouldn’t be able to see Annata as often as he felt he needed to. The idea of grovelling to Jack for another job in the TB department made his stomach churn, so he pulled a well thumbed brochure from a cabinet drawer and turned to the back page. Grabbing a pen and notepad, he jotted down everything he knew he was qualified to do. Spinal and head injuries Vaccinations Nursing Administration The list went on and on. Even though he had no heart in any of these directions, Matteo fished some application forms out from another drawer and scrawled his details all over them, leaving as much of the Maynard saga out as possible. Jack had so much control over the San that, if the tiniest quip was mentioned, the young Italian knew that he would be sent far away before he had the chance to argue his case. It really didn’t bear thinking about. ******** The next day, Matteo, instead of catching the lift up to see Annata straightway, headed for his pigeon hole in the mail room. As he scanned the alphabetically ordered wall, his palms were sweating and his stomach was light with butterflies. His whole future was in the balance and the half excited, half nervous adrenaline rush it gave him was unbelievable. The wodge of envelopes felt thick in his hand as he crouched and tore them open in the order in his order of preference. Number one, spinal and head injuries…no. Number two, accident and emergency… no. No after no showed up bleakly on the official documents. Number 15, vaccinations…no. 16, nursing…no. “What?” Matteo wrinkled his forehead, completely puzzled. Vaccinations was just a two old ladies giving smallpox jabs. They said his ‘medical history was not adequate for the technical aspects of this post, although they wished him good luck in finding a future job.’ Completely dumbfounded, he thrust this unwelcome letter of rejection down on the floor with the rest of them. “And what is left?” he wondered, turning over the last one. As he saw the simple emblem on the front, his heart dropped from his mouth like a stone. The simple lines of text inside read just this. ‘Herr Matteo Luca Antoni, we would love to offer a position of Junior Administration Assistant’s Assistant. All you will have to do is summarise the medical reports in 100 words, so you shouldn’t be stretched too far. Please reply via Reception.’ “It seems the news of your, umm, academic inadequacies have travelled rather quickly,” came a clipped voice, echoing off the high ceiling. “Sticky situation to get into, isn’t it?” Matteo glared with flashing eyes as the most important doctor in the Sanatorium strode off into the hallway. Because of him, he gone from having everything, to having nothing. The future was bleak. |
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| Author: | ibarhis [ Tue Jul 17, 2007 4:14 pm ] |
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Somebody should give J Maynard a spanking and remind him he is human... |
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| Author: | Willow [ Tue Jul 17, 2007 4:22 pm ] |
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Grrrrrrr *glares at Jack Maynard* Poor Matteo!! I hope things sort themselves out soon. Although the quicker it sorts itself out, the shorter the drabble
Thank you Emma. |
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| Author: | JustJen [ Tue Jul 17, 2007 4:36 pm ] |
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Smacks Jack with a dead!trout. |
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| Author: | leahbelle [ Tue Jul 17, 2007 5:03 pm ] |
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Jack definitely needs a smack. |
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| Author: | Lesley [ Tue Jul 17, 2007 6:51 pm ] |
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What a nasty b*st*rd Jack Maynard is being - there must be something else there - after all, as far as I can see Matteo was only guilty of being late with an assessment - and wasn't really just that Jack refused to accept it.Is Jack jealous do you think? And his lack of consideration for his patients is appalling! Oh and sorry but Matteo? Just because you have qualified as a doctor does NOT mean you can become a nurse  - if anything it would mean you would start at a very real disadvantage.
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| Author: | brie [ Fri Jul 20, 2007 1:50 pm ] |
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Thanks Em. Poor Matteo- and poor Verity. |
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| Author: | La Petite Em [ Tue Jul 31, 2007 9:01 pm ] |
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Finally, I wrote some more. Hope this begins to explain Jack's behaviour! “Len, will you come down here please!” called Jack, rubbing his forehead after a traumatic day at the San. His long, capable fingers gradually travelled down and around to the back of his neck, working out tense knots left there by strain and stress. An old French noblewoman was clinging on to life by a very fragile thread and he really ought not to be home at all. Wondering what on earth could be taking his daughter this long, Jack exploded with impatience, “Mary Helena, come here NOW before I give you a hiding you will never forget!” A slight, dainty but tall girl stepped into the path of light at the study door. “You called?” She was wearing a mutinous, glowering expression, her curls were standing out wildly from her face and the ribbons that should have held them were tied in large bows to adorn her wrists. Receiving no reply, Len repeated her short question, but not without an impatient toss of her shapely head. “What do you look like?” exclaimed Jack, aghast at the sight before him, “I will have no daughter of mine traipsing around as a common tramp would. What do you have to say for yourself?” “I look like myself,” returned Len quickly. “Yourself after a huge storm!” Jack was at his wit’s end. “What have you been doing to yourself?” “Papa, I’m 15, it’s time I started looking that way. Pig tails are the way I’ve had my hair ever since it grew past my shoulders, isn’t it time for a change?” “What brought this on?” Jack knew Len, and she wasn’t one to take such a wild course of change without good reason. She scowled still more blackly and looked down at her house shoes. “Tell me.” “Me, Con and Margot saw a magazine in a British shop on the day after term broke up and we bought it and it has pictures of new hair styles in it and they are all have big curls in things perms and sets and red lips and they are all very grown up.” Len blurted this out in a hurry, words falling on top of one another and she curled back a though to protect herself from father’s wrath. “End of term?” Jack momentarily forgot about Len as he raised his eyebrows in surprise. “But the San Christmas Ball was almost a month ago, why didn’t you break up then?” Eyes the exact colour of English wood violets turned on him in surprise. “Daddy,” Len said gently, “We did, we broke up a week after the ball. We returned to school two days ago; holidays are over.” |
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| Author: | Willow [ Tue Jul 31, 2007 9:16 pm ] |
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Interesting, sounds like Jack has been working too hard. Poor Len though! Great to see more of this. Thank you, Emma. |
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| Author: | Alison H [ Tue Jul 31, 2007 9:41 pm ] |
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Nice to see Len acting like a normal teenager for once , but it certainly sounds as if Jack's been spending too much time at the San.
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| Author: | Lesley [ Tue Jul 31, 2007 11:10 pm ] |
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Nope, no excuses yet - him working hard doesn't give him the right to trash other people's dreams. Good to see Len as a normal teenager. Thanks Em |
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| Author: | Josie [ Wed Aug 01, 2007 12:34 am ] |
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Blimey, sounds like Jack's losing the plot slightly! Poor Matteo though. Jack was utterly vile to him there. Thanks Em, this is fab.
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| Author: | brie [ Wed Aug 01, 2007 9:27 am ] |
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Thanks Em. You almost make me feel sorry for Jack now |
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| Author: | La Petite Em [ Thu Aug 02, 2007 8:42 pm ] |
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I'm not entirely sure about this post, but I think it's good enough... Jack is deciding to be really complicated about his feelings right now, poor dear.
Jack ran his fingers distractedly through his hair. How could he not have known? He began flicking through the days of December in his mind, trying to capture memories of days spent with his child- “What are you doing?” Len burst in on his daydreams. Her voice had lost the soft edge and had become bored and distracted again. “Why did you call down here anyway? And why did you shout so much? “I’m sorry darling. I just had a hard day at work.” He paused, wondering if he should say what he had intended to. It hardly seemed appropriate anymore. He continued regardless. “I wanted to tell that, although you have been warned about being too controlling over your sisters, especially after the events in Zermatt, but I wanted to tell you that I am very proud of you, the way you have responded to that and your recent school marks. However, although it is admirable that Margot, Con and yourself and becoming very close once more, I feel that you three a going the wrong way about becoming grown-up and individual. These silly phases just show adults how childish you are. Being an adult is about seeing things that need doing without being told, helping everyone, no matter what the circumstances are, and seeing situations from another’s point of view. Regarding your hair, I would talk to your mother.” Len began to untie the ribbons around her wrists. “So, being a grown-up is a bit like being like Mary-Lou?” Suddenly tired, Jack agreed and bade her leave him now. He had much to think over. He pulled out his diary and began to go over the days he had spent without travelling up to the San since the 11th December; the San Christmas ball. None. He tried to work out the number of evenings he had sat in the Saal with his family playing paper games and charades… two, and they hadn’t even been Christmas Eve. When had he last taken his three eldest daughters out shopping, as he so loved to do? When had he last thrown Felix up in the air until he gurgled? When had Felicity last jumped on his lap and pulled at his hair until he told her a story of life by the Tiernsee? When was it that he had last leant on the bureau in the kitchen with a strong coffee, and thanked Anna for her heavenly brew? When had he last had a proper, private conversation with his wife? The answers to these questions escaped him. Filling his best fountain pen with ink, a present from Lady and Sir James Russell for his marriage, he began to scribble heavily on the days gone by in his diary. The weight of the pen in his hand slowed down his wrist, his mind and so his heart. Heavy with loneliness, he finally succumbed to grief dropped his head into his hands and lay on the blackened pages below. A heavy door squeaked open in its hinges, and brisk, confident steps began down the hallway. They passed the study door, paused, and ventured towards the entrance and then became muffled on the large thick rug that graced the polished floor in there. Jack did not hasten to look up. What was the point? “Who is it?” A sharp intake of breath above him made him flinch. “It’s your wife Jack,” came a golden voiced, tinged with a hard, cold edge, “Jo. Remember me?” Jack looked up and met the sincere black eyes that he had stared into so many times in Austria, in Guernsey, in England and now in Switzerland. He had forgotten in the depths of understanding and emotion they contained; days, even months had passed without this. Something uncomfortable and uncontrollable pricked behind Jack’s very pupils. He bit his look and looked away, embarrassed. “Jack,” whispered Jo, placing a soft hand under his chin and turning his face back up to her. “Don’t.” “I’m…I’m s-” “I said don’t. You don’t need to.” Joey left Jack’s chin and knelt by his side. He dropped his lifeless hands down into his lap and she clasped them tightly. “I know. And I know you didn’t mean to, and I know you’ve only just realised.” Her fingers brushed against his unshaven cheek before gently caressing his hair. “Jack, don’t, I’m here.” A single, hot, salty tear was travelling down towards the doctor’s collar, and he did nothing to stop it. Jo pushed her way tenderly onto her husband’s lap, produced a clean handkerchief from her pocket and dried Jack’s skin. “Joey, I don’t know why I did. I’ve never worked that hard before, never so hard that I forgot you and the children. You have no idea how much I regret this Christmas and not speaking to Felix and Len and Margot and…. you.” “I forgive you Jack.” It was enough. The couple's tears mingled as Jack kissed his wife fondly and drew her close to him in a loving, much needed embrace. |
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| Author: | Alison H [ Thu Aug 02, 2007 8:58 pm ] |
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I feel a bit sorry for Jack now. Len's comment about being grown-up meaning being like Mary-Lou is very worrying indeed ...
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| Author: | JoyT [ Thu Aug 02, 2007 9:04 pm ] |
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That was so lovely Em. Thank-you.
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| Author: | Willow [ Thu Aug 02, 2007 9:08 pm ] |
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Awww! That was so lovely, it's very nice to see Jack and Joey so loving. Thank you Emma! *Agrees with Alison about Len's comment of Mary-Lou *
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| Author: | Lesley [ Thu Aug 02, 2007 9:21 pm ] |
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Until Jack makes good re Matteo I won't forgive him. Joey is too good for him. Thanks Em. |
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| Author: | brie [ Thu Aug 02, 2007 11:59 pm ] |
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Thanks Em. Jopey is nice here... |
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| Author: | La Petite Em [ Wed Aug 15, 2007 9:19 pm ] |
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Thank-you for your comments everyone, it's so nice to read them all. I know I haven't posted in while, I forgot to! I am suprised people are still reading this though to be honest, it's so lovely of you. Re the topic on Joey's Trunk, I have decided to make Verity a sub-prefect, mainly because she told me too. And please ignore any references to Zermatt, as I forgot that this universe pretty much doesn't combine with EBD's at all. To make matters clear, it is early January at the moment, but the snows aren't very heavy so Miss Dene could drive Verity to the San. Mary-Lou is head girl, but no book is particularly related, so ignore any parts, such as previous post!, where I tried to make it seem so. (This is very muddled, oh dear.) Happy reading! ETA: Head girl no longer gets her own room either! “Come along Verity, shake a leg there!” Mary-Lou pulled Verity’s kimono from the hook on the wall and tried to wrap her stubborn sister-by-marriage into it. “Honestly, if I wasn’t here to look after you, you would never be down in time for Frühstück. Come on, you bath after me and you know how fast I can be!” With that, the head girl disappeared, leaving a violently swinging curtain behind her. Sighing, Verity screwed her neat curls into a tight knot on top of her head and fastened her kimono. After making sure that her wash bag was placed conveniently, she sank down in the wicker chair beside her bed. Everything was going wrong. It had only been two days since she had stormed out of the San, leaving Annata and M… the doctors behind forever. Today was Friday, and she ought to have been looking forward to skiing at the weekend with the rest of the school, but looking forward felt impossible. After visiting Annata every single Wednesday for a month and almost every day in the Christmas holidays, her life felt empty and meaningless. Even singing didn’t hold the same joy for her as it used to and- “Verity, you mooner, I’m back! Scram!” A wild yell broke into her reflections. Verity-Anne grabbed her bag and, literally, ‘scrammed.’ ********************************************************** The rich, dark coffee rippled as a fresh roll was dragged though it. She was simply toying with her food, as it had no taste or texture to her anymore. Baskets full of dainty twists of bread, plates of neat rolls of yellow butter and a jug of creamy milk were all passed towards her, and she paid no attention to any. She had been sufficiently in touch with reality to participate in Grace, but that was the extent of her attention today. Verity cast her mind back to her musings earlier that morning, in her cubicle. Miss Dene had not yet been able to persuade her small charge to go back to the San, for Verity had showed the same stubbornness she had displayed when faced with a German carol and Mr Denny in her very first term at the Chalet School. This stubborn had hardly changed since those bygone days; still quietly simmering coldly within her very soul, it overtook her every waking, and many sleeping, thoughts. Part of her wanted to give in, because she loved Annata and didn’t want the doctor to get the better of her, but most of her knew that she couldn’t go back on her word, ever. The roll slipped from her hand and made a small “Plop!” in the bowl of Karen’s heavenly brew. “Whatever are you doing?” Bell-like tones questioned from across the table, as a head covered a in rapidly growing golden curls leant closer to Verity in concern. “Are you quite well Verity? You haven’t eaten a single morsel all Frühstück and you look thoroughly miserable. I really feel that you ought to report to Matey and you don’t I will do it for you. You look a real fright!” Inwardly rolling her eyes at Mary-Lou’s final, frank comment, Verity , with her first words of the day, exclaimed, “I’m fine Mary-Lou, I’ll eat it all, don’t you worry. I don’t need Matey!” *********************************************************** Verity was wending her way to the Splashery when bold notice pinned directly in the middle of the noticeboard by the hall had caught her eye. It had been written by Mary-Lou, announcing that she was going to hold a prefects meeting that very day after Abendessen. No explanation was required, but that if they had any ounce of commonsense they would be able to guess the purpose for this gathering. Verity raised her eyebrows until they were within an inch of her curly hairline, for coming from anyone else that would have very rude, even if the head girl did have a higher status than her prefects, especially a sub. But this was “just Mary-Lou, she doesn’t mean it as cheek…”; a statement heard all to many a time. On arriving at her destination, Verity found the sinks and pegs deserted, as she had been slow to pack up her things whilst turning the week’s events over in her mind. She headed for her locker to fetch comb, sponge and fresh towel to freshen up with. As the metal, un-oiled door swung open, a thin, white, three-cornered note fluttered onto the tiles at Verity’s feet. She picked it up, and read: Verity Just a note to remind you to come to the prefect’s meeting today. I doubt if you will see the notice- you are so moony and slow today! Anyway, come after Abendessen. By the way, if you look awful STILL at the meeting, I am calling Matey to look at you because some one has to be mature and responsible, and I know it won’t be you! I hope you read this, because I want you at the meeting, even if you are only a sub. Mary-Lou Although the words seemed to have an outwardly light-hearted tone, there was a constant hint of smug superiority that made Verity scrunch it hard between her hands, and through it violently down into nearest bin. She shook her head, ran sensitive fingers through her hair, leant one elbow on the nearest sink and rested on her hand. “Mary-Lou, if you were anyone else, I believe I would almost hate you by now.” |
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| Author: | Willow [ Wed Aug 15, 2007 9:25 pm ] |
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Poor Verity, grrr they always let Mary-Lou off and the things she says are quite unpleasant! I hope Verity sorts her out soon
Looking forward to seeing what happens at the prefects meeting... Thank you Emma. |
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| Author: | Alison H [ Wed Aug 15, 2007 10:27 pm ] |
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I hope Matey tells Mary-Lou to mind her own business ... but I presume she won't because no-one ever does !
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| Author: | Lesley [ Thu Aug 16, 2007 1:39 am ] |
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Personally I'd be ready to commit murder! Veruty - tell Mary Lou to bog off! Thanks Em |
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| Author: | Fatima [ Thu Aug 16, 2007 6:15 am ] |
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Mary-Lou is so overbearing! I think she needs a good smack! Thanks Emma. |
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| Author: | JustJen [ Thu Aug 16, 2007 2:11 pm ] |
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Smacks Mary-Lou with a dead!Trout. I see a huge fight looming in the near future between Verty and Mary-Lou |
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| Author: | brie [ Thu Aug 16, 2007 2:41 pm ] |
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Thanks Em, I'm glad to see this back. Poor Verity, and poor Annata- it's not fair to her. |
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| Author: | Sunflower [ Tue Aug 21, 2007 1:27 pm ] |
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hi there, I want to say thank you for this drabble, and cant wait for the next bit.... |
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| Author: | Willow [ Mon Sep 17, 2007 8:37 pm ] |
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*bumps*
It's been so long since we had a post!!! Please Emma, more soon?
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| Author: | ibarhis [ Tue Sep 18, 2007 9:27 am ] |
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Yes, I'd really like to see more of this... please! |
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| Author: | La Petite Em [ Sun Mar 16, 2008 10:17 pm ] |
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Sorry! I have been so busy with 6th form that I ***forgot*** about the board! Not sure if I will write anymore drabbles after this one but I would like to finish Verity as she still talks to me from time to time. Hopefully will post more by mid-week... that is if people still want to read it! |
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| Author: | Alison H [ Sun Mar 16, 2008 10:28 pm ] |
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Nice to see you back, Emma .
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| Author: | roversgirl [ Sun Mar 16, 2008 10:33 pm ] |
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Hi - would definitely LOVE to see more. Hope school is going well.
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| Author: | La Petite Em [ Mon Mar 17, 2008 9:02 pm ] |
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Here you go, finally!! Sorry about the large gap. If you have forgotten what is happening, I would advice that you re-read as most things are connected. The prefect’s meeting was cancelled. Of course it was cancelled. Mary-Lou, ahead of the game as usual, had decided that it was time to begin planning the next Sale. However, she had hastily spread word that Jo Maynard had a ‘fresh thought or two’ and was conducting a private meeting with her. So, after Abendessen, Mary-Lou tidied her hair and hurried over to meet her honorary aunty. Verity heaved an inward sigh of relief for she had not been looking forward to the proposed gathering at all. She could not seem to shake off this heavy, dreaming mood, the depths of which she been in for three days. Sinking into the easiest chair in the prefect’s room, the girl was soon lost in thought. Her thoughts were troubled. In the forefront was Annata, looking exactly how she had the very first time Verity had seen her. She was lying back on her pillows, languid and pale, whilst her eyes were still and listless. The young Italian made no attempt to sleep at all, just lay there in some terrible state between living and not. Close beside her was Mary-Lou, her face strained with so much concern for Verity that it was mocking. The head girl’s eyes were opened wide, her eyebrows raised and all the while there was a second emotion behind them. Mary-Lou was secretly laughing and thinking “What a baby that Verity is, and she does need help now. Didn’t I tell you?” For some reason, Verity found Rosalie Dene in her musings as well. The secretary was fixing her with a steady gaze that seemed disappointed with Verity but yet encouraging at the same time. But, just why, it was impossible to fathom out. Finally, all the while, there was a young attractive man moving in and out of Verity’s mind. He was of medium height and slim build. His hair was dark to the point of being black and his eyes of the same shade. Everything about him was full of life. Every emotion was extreme. Extreme happiness. Extreme anger. Extreme sadness. Extreme pain. Extreme sadness. Extreme grief. Extreme- “Verity, wake up you goon!” A violent shaking was slowly bringing a groggy Verity back to her senses. “Look, I don’t know what you are playing at but everyone else went to bed more than half an hour ago. It’s almost twenty three o’clock.” Mary-Lou was at her most domineering in. Or was it just Verity’s tiredness? “The why are you still awake?” replied Verity, cross that her dreams had been interrupted so rudely. “Oh Aunty Joey kept me late whilst talking about her family,” Mary-Lou said airily, “It really was something frightfully important but I am afraid it would be inappropriate to share it just now. I ‘phoned the Abbess to say and I think she took it the right way. I didn’t mean it as cheek, it is just me! Anyway, we will have to get you to sleep right now. I would call Matey but I know some of the kids are having problems with colds at the moment and she is so tired. Really Verity, you might notice things like that before having a breakdown yourself. No, I don’t want to know right now but I will certainly be asking for an explanation in the morning. In fact, meet me in the rock gardens at break; I have a feeling that this will take some time. Honestly, I don’t know what you have been up to but this sort of behaviour is ridiculous. You must realise how childish it is!” Verity couldn’t think of a sufficiently cutting remark to make in return. Normally this speech wouldn’t have bothered her at all but just now… she put it down to sheer exhaustion, excused herself and hurried to bed as quickly as she possibly could. |
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| Author: | Alison H [ Mon Mar 17, 2008 10:16 pm ] |
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Poor Verity. I hate it when you can't think of a suitable retort - then you normally think of one an hour later! |
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| Author: | PaulineS [ Mon Mar 17, 2008 10:47 pm ] |
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Hope she finds one to tell Mary-Lou in the morning that she will not meet her in the rock garden. Thank you for the update. |
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| Author: | Sunflower [ Mon Mar 17, 2008 11:51 pm ] |
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Thanks for the update! What a horrific Mary Lou you have concocted - what a joy to read
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| Author: | Lesley [ Tue Mar 18, 2008 8:16 am ] |
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Please Verity - come up with a sufficiently cutting remark for Mary Lou the next day - one that will stop her treating you like a retarded two-year old!
Good to see this back.
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| Author: | roversgirl [ Tue Mar 18, 2008 8:26 am ] |
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Thank you for a great update! I have to admit - I feel a tad sorry for the Mary-Lou you've created!
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| Author: | Willow [ Tue Mar 18, 2008 10:33 pm ] |
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My fault I'm afraid
Emma and I were looking over old drabbles we wrote on Saturday.
Great to read this again, even though I was trying to get a sneaky peek on your computer the other day
I hope Verity sorts OOAO out! And that everything with Jack and... a certain doctor gets sorted out.
Looking forward to more, thanks Emma.
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| Author: | Fiona Mc [ Sun Mar 23, 2008 12:14 am ] |
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Glad to see more of this and Verity can put Mary Lou in her box again |
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| Author: | La Petite Em [ Thu May 22, 2008 7:28 pm ] |
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Oh my word, I started this when I was doing my GCSEs and now I am doing my AS levels!!! :O More coming though, Verity's whisperings are getting a little louder than is bearable 
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| Author: | La Petite Em [ Thu May 22, 2008 8:53 pm ] |
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“Miss Dene! Miss Dene, could I talk to you for one minute please? In private?” The school secretary scanned the beautiful, flushed face below her, for Verity was barely five foot tall, before dutifully agreeing and leading her into the comfortable office from which she organised the entire administrative side of the school. Rosalie had been planning to spend break in the rock garden with other members of the staff who happened not to be on duty, but something about Verity was telling her that this matter was a lot more pressing. “Come on then, settle down on that chair whilst I whistle up some lemonade and biscuits. I always have some emergency supplies on hand in case I’m expecting a call during break! There we go; take as many as you like my dear, there are more where they came from believe me!” Rosalie treated Verity in the breeziest manner possible to give her little chance to get even more upset. “Now then, what did you want to talk about?” Verity finished her biscuit and began twisting her fingers nervously in her lap before beginning tentatively. “Well, I wanted to apologise for how I behaved a week ago today, last Wednesday, after visiting the San. It was really rude of me and you didn’t deserve it. I’m sorry.” Rosalie leant forward and took the slim fingers in hers, saying “I forgive you, but you have to realise that, whatever happened at the San last week, there are more important things, and, this case, those things are Annata and her happiness.” “I want to go back,” said Verity abruptly, sitting up straight and causing Miss Dene to drop her fingers. “You hadn’t told the San, had you?” “No, I was going to do that when I went over to visit a friend of mine, but now there is no need.” In fact, Rosalie had had a sneaky suspicion that Verity would say this for, despite all of her stubbornness, she really did care greatly about Annata. At the point the great electronic bell sounded the close of break, so the two made plans to meet beside Miss Dene’s car in one hour before each in turn continuing with sufficiently lightened hearts. |
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| Author: | roversgirl [ Thu May 22, 2008 9:00 pm ] |
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Yay more and she's going back. Thanks for the update and hope it goes well
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| Author: | La Petite Em [ Fri May 30, 2008 3:07 pm ] |
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Going to post some more anyway now, because it's better than leaving another six month gap
Verity almost skipped along the corridor as she hurried along to see her small Italian friend. She hadn’t realised it before, but she was fiercely fond the girl. The prospect of never seeing her again increased this love tenfold. Her previous troubles were not troubling her one bit, for she was planning exactly how to describe the Sixth’s hobby club achievements, and the charades that Lower IV had put on for them for that Saturday evening’s entertainment. As ward 7b approached, Verity felt no worries at all and, to be perfectly honest, Matteo Antoni did not cross her mind even once. “Annata, I’m here!” She almost sang as she reached the door. Being met with silence, she pushed the door open further and took one small step into the room, and gasped. |
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| Author: | ibarhis [ Fri May 30, 2008 3:18 pm ] |
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There shall be cliffs on Friday afternoons! |
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| Author: | clair [ Fri May 30, 2008 3:30 pm ] |
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Er... think you forgot to post it all?! |
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| Author: | PaulineS [ Fri May 30, 2008 5:48 pm ] |
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Is this a deliberate cliff or have you only posted half???? |
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| Author: | JustJen [ Fri May 30, 2008 5:50 pm ] |
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And??????? What happens next? |
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| Author: | Lesley [ Fri May 30, 2008 9:51 pm ] |
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Nice cliff!
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| Author: | abbeybufo [ Fri May 30, 2008 9:56 pm ] |
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Lesley wrote: Nice cliff!
But, Lesley, how would you know? - you who never do them yourself . . . 
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| Author: | Fiona Mc [ Sat May 31, 2008 2:49 am ] |
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Two updates to catch up with. Hope Verity can tell Mary Lou where she gets off |
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| Author: | Alison H [ Sat May 31, 2008 7:09 am ] |
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And ...? |
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| Author: | La Petite Em [ Tue Jun 03, 2008 12:31 pm ] |
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It was a longer post than that, before I realised I could try my hand a tiny cliff, my first in fact!
Although many of Annata’s treasures were still tidily piled on the shelves in one corner of the room, the small bed in the centre was painfully neat and empty. Feeling almost sick with shock, Verity took on more step into the room for no reason in particular, trembling. “Can I help you?” There was a step on the floor behind her. Verity collected her wits and spun around quickly, and only just managed to suppress a sharp intake of breath. “Doctor Antoni?” She replied very properly, “I was just wondering where Annata has been taken?” Out of the corner of her eye, she was able to notice that the Italian’s face was drawn and thin. “I’m afraid that her health took a turn for the worse on Friday evening. She has been moved to a different ward so as to be under closer observation from Doctor Maynard and in easier access to surgery rooms.” If Verity had been thinking normally, she would certainly have lost consciousness at this news, but she was keeping such a firm grip on her feelings in the presence of Matteo that she was able to sink onto her usual stool. “Am I… am I able to see her?” “Yes, Doctor Maynard said so. However, unless she wants to talk, you are only to sing to her. Understood?” “Of course. Now if you will just show me the way, that will be all.” Verity rose with some dignity, though inwardly trembling, and followed Matteo out of the room. |
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| Author: | Lesley [ Tue Jun 03, 2008 12:49 pm ] |
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Poor Verity - yet she took it so well. Now if only she could actually speak to Matteo properly...oh and Jack Maynard apologise to him and reinstate him... and Annata recover...and Verity be able to silence Mary Lou once and for all... Not much then!
Thanks Em. |
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| Author: | Zog [ Tue Jun 03, 2008 10:49 pm ] |
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Just read the whole drabble, and I really like it! Thanks Em
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| Author: | leahbelle [ Wed Jun 04, 2008 5:15 pm ] |
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Thanks, Em. Great to see some updates! |
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| Author: | wheelchairprincess [ Wed Jun 04, 2008 11:55 pm ] |
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Just read the previous story and all of this. Brilliant. |
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