Name: Mia Letitia Santos Corrales
House: Gryffindor
Year: Sixth
Wand: Rigid, 10 inches, Alder with phoenix tail feather core
Bloodline: Halfblood
Birthday: July 22nd
Pet/Familiar: Angelita, an orange classic tabby
Physical Description:
A blend of Spanish and English heritage, Mia's exoticism owes itself to the war of cultures blazoning
across her face. In terms of her appearance she favours her Spanish father to the point of almost being his feminine carbon copy, having inherited the general
set of his face, somewhat of his build and his coloration, which has been a point of envy with the more British girls of her year. Her mother's blood is
however still readily apparent in the colour of her eyes, a startlingly pale and on occasion unsettling shade of blue. Due to their colour her eyes do not seem
to match the rest of her face and are the first hint as to her interracial descent. Heavily lidded and deep set, they more often than not bear the dark smudges
that are the inevitable consequence of repeated late nights and early classes, a telltale marker that no amount of makeup applied has been able to disguise to
a satisfactory extent. Long, thick eyelashes often swept with a coat or two of mascara for vanity's sake are perhaps one of the features she is most
content with. Determined, thickly arched brows however must be plucked on a regular basis as Mia suffers from the curse of dark body hair.
Verging on the cusp of adulthood, yet still bearing the awkwardness of adolescence, there is a certain
roundness owing to youth about her features, otherwise too strong for classical beauty. As she approaches her majority Mia's face has begun to lose a bit
of this plumpness with soft curves being gradually replaced by the harsher more angular lines that are her inheritance from her father. The sharpness of her
features lend themselves to an unconsciously haughty air that contradicts her actual personality yet does her the favour of belying any misconceptions of an
acquiescent nature that may have been formulated on the basis of her belonging to the fairer sex. A long, straight nose and square jaw line are more prominent
than Mia's preference, and contrast with the relatively rounded cheekbones for which she may thank her mother. Yet it is this roundness that adds a more
feminine softness to what will in her adulthood become a more arrogant face. Mia's face is extremely expressive when it suits her and completely closed
when it does not, however considering her propensity to feel emotions in their extremes even those completely blind to the intricacies of body language should
not find it too much beyond them to read her thoughts and feelings when she is particularly worked up.
Fortunate enough to possess an abundance of thick, sleek hair predominantly of a very rich, dark shade of
brown, this very feature is therefore Mia's main vanity. Whilst she may be nonchalant about the rest of her appearance she has always taken fastidious care
of what her mother insists to be her best asset. Lightened individual strands vary from red to various shades of lighter brown and are natural as Mia balks at
the thought of fooling around with a formula that already clearly works, despite how reversible magic may have made any such changes. It is generally let down
to frame her face in delicate layers, and perpetually gives off the slightest soft floral scent due to her liberal usage of conditioner. And as much as her
hair is a deliberate testament to her femininity her style of dress is as well, with Mia very much favouring dresses over pants, the hemlines of which are
generally shorter than decorum would dictate. She is rather partial to bold patterns and colours and has never been afraid to 'stand out' from the
crowd with regards to fashion nor been overly demure.
A combination of reasonable height for a girl (standing at five feet six inches in her stockings but with an
additional couple of inches or so due to heels) and a natural propensity towards a lean physique inherited from her rangy father has contributed to Mia's
slim silhouette, her tendency to fail to prioritise eating particularly highly perhaps has contributed just as much. Unfortunately for Mia, her affinity for
sugary aliments has resulted in a softer figure than would be her general preference and as she isn't in the habit of working out she appears to be
destined for a slender but out of shape appearance, the athletic toned bodies of other girls quite simply out of her reach. Puberty has brought with it
significant cleavage but unfortunately bypassed her hips leaving them decidedly boyish, and possessing a fairly short and thick waist denies her the classical
hourglass she might have desired. Still, in the right light, her cursory glance in the bathroom mirror does not leave her with much to complain about, and as
much as any teenage girl can ever be pleased with her figure, Mia is content with the way she looks.
Personality Description:
In every way, shape and form Mia has always been her father's daughter through and through, and her
likeness to him has only intensified with his death and her entry into adolescence. Whilst many of her peers have devoted much of this period to self-centred
discovery and the assertion of their independence and difference from their relations, Mia who had from the start been fiercely independent in any case sought
to achieve almost exactly the opposite. Her mother did attempt to exert some sort of cursory parental influence upon her daughter and curb what she felt may
become a dangerous obsession however buckling under the pressure of the rather more strong-willed Mia she appears to
have failed miserably. Although her father died when she had barely attained the age of nine Mia still 'favours' him over her mother and seeks to
continue his legacy and respect his memory by moulding herself into as much of his likeness as she is able. The fact that she has inherited his altruistic
nature and temperament serves as a great aid to her pursuit of this driving ambition.
She is very much an idealist, believing strongly in the possibility of a world in which all people are treated
as social equals. Her father was a Healer who frequently travelled abroad to offer his medical services to those living in third world countries or otherwise
in need of aid. As a consequence Mia has taken it into her head that this, too, should be her life's calling- perhaps not specifically third world
countries as such but rather being in the position to help people she perceives to be of need. From a very early age it was instilled in the girl that she, who
was able to live a comfortable lifestyle in middle to high class suburbia was lucky only because of the fortunate coincidence of being born at the right time
in the right place to the right people, and was in no way superior to anyone because of it- and neither was anyone else. Respect was not to be taken as a right
on the basis of a so called 'superior' bloodline or class or even beauty, it was a gift to be granted only to those who used their talents to the best
of their ability.
Mia therefore is a staunch defender of the weak, the marginalised and indeed anybody who appears to need or be
prepared to appreciate someone on their side. This characteristic dates back to very early childhood and she is completely unafraid to stand up to any sort of
bully, name them as such and fight back both verbally or physically in cases of extreme frustration on the behalf of even one who isn't grateful in the
slightest, even if she is critically outnumbered. She doesn't expect anybody to be grateful, recognition is not her motivation; she does however detest
those with what she terms 'weak' personalities. By her definition the category consists of people who grovel (they defy her belief that all humans
should be their own person and respect their own individuality and should under no circumstance crawl to do another's bidding) and people that accept
everything at face value, never questioning and never coming to their own conclusions. This isn't to say that she would hesitate to save such people from
those that would take advantage -bullying is never permissible no matter how despicable the victim -however the second she had finished attempting to
do so she would be just as likely to slap them around the face and argue with them until they saw the sense in their behaviour.
That said Mia is certainly no saint, far from it. She tends to take her own measure of a person upon their
first acquaintance, relying heavily on instinct that does not usually prove her wrong, and it is difficult for her to change this first impression despite
evidence to the contrary. Mia therefore can be judgemental of the strong, or at least those who conform to normal societal expectations and don't live up
to her standards which is a vice she has been attempting to correct as she becomes more mature and aware of her own failings. The problem with such quick
judgements is that people are not always what they seem on the surface, and furthermore just because she is independent and unafraid to be her own person does
not necessarily mean that other people are as well. She is so sure of herself that she can at times be unsympathetic and harsher than she means to be to those
that are still in the process of figuring themselves out. This flaw also means that when Mia encounters situations which make her feel insecure she is
unprepared for dealing with such feelings and may therefore tend to 'go off the rails.'
It could never be said that Mia is apathetic in any way, since she is so obviously far from the contrary.
Opinionated and holding stubborn to her beliefs, Mia is so passionate about what she loves and life in general that it almost gives her a glow. It means she is
almost perpetually happy because she perceives that life has so much to offer that it is almost a cardinal sin for her to be down. By extension she is
passionate about her friends, however surprisingly enough it is when she comes to long-term relationships that she is thrown a curveball. Undoubtedly should
she fall in love she would feel it as deeply as she feels her other emotions and perhaps this is why she has avoided putting herself in situations where she
becomes that vulnerable. Mia is very aware of the fleeting nature of teenage relationships and does not want to commit herself to heartbreak, and at the tender
age of sixteen she doesn't really understand the apparent outbreak of engagements some of her peers have found themselves trapped into. Her relationships
have therefore for the most part been short-term, and fully embracing the concept of freedom of sexuality she is not a stranger to the numerous broom closets
around the school. She is not necessarily averse to love; she just hasn't found the right person to share it with at this stage in her life.
In every other respect she is unquestionably a risk taker. What point is there in life, after all, if one
adheres to what is comfortable and familiar and never experiences the thrill of the unknown? Of course, inevitably with risks come losses and she has had
her fair share of those, but she abides by the philosophy that if people did not step out of their 'comfort
zone', humanity would still be back in the Stone Age. She is very much a person that places much trust in her own instincts and therefore prefers to act
upon her own intuition or impulse rather than wasting her time thinking each decision through. She is constantly pushing her boundaries, having never set much
store by limitations, and would prefer to have tried something once to find it wasn't to her taste than be careful and run the risk of missing out on a
fantastic opportunity.
Whilst Mia is naturally a very direct person and has never seen the point of travelling from A to B via C, she
is perfectly capable of keeping her own secrets even if general opinion would believe the contrary. When Mia has set her sights on a particular aim she can be
ruthless with regards to the techniques she employs to ensure her achievement of it. Not that she would deliberately set out to do anything that would be
harmful to another, but she is not averse to breaking rules to get what she wants. It is in these cases that her stubborness works to her advantage,
lending itself to a determined perseverance that is admirable even in the face of failure. She does unfortunately set herself very high goals, perhaps even
unachievable ones, and will work herself to the very point of exhaustion in her attempts to fulfil her ambitions. The high standards she sets for herself are
unrelenting and perhaps even verge on obsessive perfectionism, and it is this more than anything else that can make her at times a danger to herself. Whilst
Mia hates to admit it to herself she does in fact require people to love her and take care of her, and in her rare moments of self doubt she does wonder
whether or not she would have been better off emotionally if she had a less volatile personality and were more like other girls who seem to draw protectors and
admirers towards them like bees to honey.
Brief History:
It was the summer of 1955 when Gaspar Santos Corrales first set eye upon Katharine Robins, a fresh-faced
seventeen year old about to enter her final year of her Hogwarts schooling, although Katharine herself failed to remember the incident. It was at a garden
party hosted by her parents, a respected Healer and his society wife. Whilst their introduction was only a cursory 'pleased to meet you,' on her part,
Katharine having been forced to be gracious to all her father's colleagues throughout the evening and having no especial interest in his young protégé her
nonchalance had a devastating effect upon Gaspar and he spent the rest of the night in an uncharacteristic solitude as he watched the girl he was suddenly too
nervous to strike up a conversation with.
It was only two years later that their paths crossed again. Gaspar at this stage had been a qualified Healer
for a year, Katharine had been out of school for that same year yet had not figured out what she wanted in life. Her mother was quite anxious to marry her off
to a Healer as she herself had managed, and it was because of this that by utter chance Katharine was present in St. Mungo's on the last day of
Gaspar's employment at the hospital. When she quite literally tumbled into Gaspar at a tricky corner in one of the corridors of the third floor he
recognised her the second she looked up at him through her eyelashes to mutter a blushing apology. This time however he was not as tongue-tied as he had been
before, and Katharine was far more responsive to the handsome stranger she had barrelled into. They spent the rest of the afternoon in the St. Mungo's
tearoom, and the hours simply melted away as one thing led to another, to another. And that was when it began for her.
A whirlwind romance to say the least, it was that night that Gaspar admitted his plans to leave the country
for Calcutta to offer his services as a Healer for people he felt truly needed it. He was sick of curing the results of petty quarrels- Transfiguring teapots
back into people, reversing self-induced skin conditions and removing sharp implements from suspicious places. When he finally did leave a month later,
Katharine left with him, much to her parents' horror. Good society girls after all did not run off with Muggleborn foreign men to horrible places like
India, to which the only thing Katharine could say was 'You did want me to marry a Healer.'
Mia was born at the family's place of residence in Calcutta, delivered by Gaspar himself, and from the
first time she opened her eyes her resemblance to her father was striking. She was always a lively and engaging child, the sort that giggled and smiled
toothily at everyone and everything, and luckily enough for her parents, she was also very easy to care for. As she grew up her playmates were the so-called
'slum children' of the neighbouring streets of wherever it was she currently lived. The family from place to place as her father worked stints in
whatever place he felt was calling him at the time. As a consequence Mia become something of a 'third culture child', spending parts of her childhood
in Cambodia, Thailand, Turkey, Romania, Angola, and three years in Peru. It nurtured in her a care for the wellbeing of others that overshadowed her innate
childish selfishness, and as she grew older and more aware of the unique circumstances into which she was born, it fuelled an intense desire to emulate her
parents and do something she deemed similarly worthwhile with her life.
It was the summer during which she turned eight that the first warning signs of a stop to her exciting
lifestyle manifested themselves. Whilst Gaspar had often worked himself to the bone in the course of his work as a Healer he had nevertheless always had
seemingly endless stores of energy and a little spare time to spend with his only child, and in typical form Mia had always considered her father as some sort
of godlike figure, and naturally invincible. The fact that her father, who had already devoted so much of his life towards healing others and saving
lives was not a concept that had ever crossed the young girl's mind.
Gaspar did his best to conceal it from his daughter but being perceptive in the manner that young children
are, Mia did not fail to notice the weariness that now began to imbue her father's features. He still always had a smile for her and attempted to be as
jovial as he had in the past, however there was no escaping the fact that her father was not well. He had a hacking cough that lingered, and despite her
mother's best attempts to pass it off as a persistent common cold, Mia knew better. The teary arguments her parents had when they believed their daughter
to be asleep certainly suggested otherwise- from behind closed doors Mia could discern the frightened tone in her mother's voice as it rose up and down in
pitch rapidly, and the tired resignation in her father's as he tried to calm her down. It was only a few months later that his condition deteriorated so
far as to render all pretence futile.
Gaspar Santos Corrales was dying.
Too caught up in his work and convinced of his own indomitability he had failed to recognise the warning signs
of his illness, and in any case the disease that was to eventually claim his life was a 'Muggle malady', and
thus largely forgotten by the wizard. Long years of smoking had taken a toll on his lungs and by the time he had weakened enough to take notice of his own
condition it was too late, even for magic, to reverse the damage his body had suffered. It was only because of his illness that the family considered a return
to England, and whilst her parents attempted to pass off their proposed stay as simply a chance for Mia to build relationships with the extended family she had
never met, twice, the girl was young, not stupid; she knew that her mother wanted Gaspar to return to England to die. Always stubborn he refused to the end
until he was too weak to protest any more. He died in a Muggle hospital in London, with his daughter forcibly ejected from the hospital room when the time came
close. When Katharine finally deemed it time for Mia to say her final goodbyes to her dead father the young girl was told Gaspar was merely 'sleeping,'
despite the fact his eyes were still open, and it was this, even more than the fact her father had to die in London against his wishes, that Mia found so
difficult to forgive her mother for.
Left alone with a nine year old daughter who was the living reminder of everything she had loved and lost, as much as Katharine had enjoyed her previous lifestyle she could not cope with continuing it any longer and thus returned to live in England. In particular, she was concerned by Mia's apparent inability to get over the death of her father- the girl constantly referred to Gaspar and dismissed all of Katharine's efforts to get closer to her with a blank stare and repetitions of 'Daddy would have known….Daddy wouldn't have done that…Daddy would have said.' Whilst Katharine's initial reception was a little chilly, her mother having not quite forgiven her for eloping all those years ago, she left her pride at the door for the sake of Mia, and thus it was that at the age of nine Mia met her extended family for the first time. She was a little spirited and wild for her more conservative grandmother's liking at first but an instant hit with her grandfather and particularly her two cousins. Katharine soon found herself a secretary's job in the Ministry and Mia was left in her aunt's care during working hours, fostering a very close sibling relationship between Mia and her cousins, particularly the younger, Carlisle. Still, even amongst all of this distraction, Mia remained obstinately loyal to her father's memory, dealing with the grief by emulating him as much as she could.
Upon her arrival at Hogwarts Mia was instantly sorted into her father's alumni house of Gryffindor, which came as no surprise to any that knew the young girl. Throwing herself into her new life with her characteristic passion, from eleven years old she already had a burning ambition to be a Healer and studied the subjects that she would require for her NEWTs (in her seventh year!) with a fervour that at times bordered upon obsession, abandoning the others. As such, coupled with her brash personality she found making friends a little difficult in the first few weeks, although she did at least have Carlisle albeit in a different house. However, Mia's heart was certainly in the right place and under advice from her cousin Sacheverell she toned down her approach to her peers slightly and managed to find herself a good set of friends.
Quickly Mia developed a reputation for being a bit of a spitfire, and by the time her first year at school had finished many of her peers and even elders had been on the receiving end of one of her tongue lashings. Her volatility and impassioned defence of others and her beliefs had led her to break more than her fair share of rules, and she therefore also received numerous detentions and many owls were sent home to her mother. It was also during this year that she met the boy who would become one of her best friends, Faolan O Braonain, who became a calming influence on her even as she encouraged him to take more risks.
With her fifth year of schooling now behind her Mia has become more determined about becoming a Healer than
she ever has been, a serious cause for concern for her mother who still holds the hope of convincing her daughter away from such a path. Age and friendship has
however taught her a little temperance and Mia still retains her ability to take a thoroughly childish approach to life when the mood hits her. Still, at this
stage it could reasonably be said that Mia is still cheerfully burning away at the candle from both ends.
Important Relationships:
Gaspar Santos Corrales (deceased, father) - Whilst he has been dead for over seven years Gaspar is still a
huge influence on Mia's life. Mia has devoted herself to living up to his memory and becoming the sort of person that he would have been proud of. Her
memories of her father have been fading as she grows older however and it is her greatest fear that one day all she will remember of him is the glassy-eyed
expression on his face as he lay in the starkly white hospital room burned into her memory, it is when these fears grip her that she becomes all the more
passionate about following in his footsteps.
Katharine Santos Corrales (mother) -At times it may be difficult for anyone particularly Katharine and Mia
themselves to see, but Mia does truly love her mother and vice versa. The fact that Mia so obviously favours her father is a bone of contention between the two
at times and Katharine's efforts to temper her daughter's exuberance is often taken as a rejection of Gaspar's memory. Still whilst it would
surprise Mia to think of it, should she ever find herself in real trouble she would trust her mother to help her out.
Alexius and Priscilla Robins (grandparents) -Mia has much love for her grandparents. Her grandfather has been
great assistance with her pursuit of the Healer pathway being a celebrated Healer himself.
Zachery and Francine Robins (uncle and aunt) -Since she was nine Mia has spent a great proportion of her time
when not at Hogwarts in the care of her uncle and aunt when her mother was at work. Zachery is another contact into the Healer world and last summer she
interned under him; Francine is as good as a second mother.
Sacheverell Robins (cousin) -Three years older than her, Sacheverell has become somewhat of an elder brother
figure for Mia, providing her with advice on her friendships and relationships.
Carlisle Robins (cousin) -Being the same age, Mia and Carlisle are as close as siblings could have been and
temper each other. In Carlisle, Mia knows she always has a fallback when things go wrong.
Faolan O Braonain (best friend) -The pair met in first year and have been fast friends almost since then.
Mia's exuberant personality and persistence was enough to get under the shyer boy's shell, and he is often a calming, serious influence on her when she
gets too carried away.
Likes/Dislikes:
Likes- Company, debating, flamenco dancing, people who are fair, people that stand up for themselves, plain
spaghetti, dry biscuits, the smell of spices, sandalwood, being multicultural, offending her grandmother's delicate sensibilities, the Beatles
Dislikes- Being isolated, bullies, bigots, elitists, racists, people who grovel, turncoats, the colour white,
people who badmouth anything her father stood for, luridly coloured eyeshadow, tights, cold weather
Loyalties - Personal and Family:
Whilst certainly not advocating the persecution of Muggles or Muggleborns, having married a Muggleborn
herself, nor does Mia's mother take an active stance against it. Her attitude towards the situation is a fairly passive sympathy. Mia herself has no qualms
about being outspoken about what she perceives as a great injustice, championing social equality.
Class sign-ups:
Herbology
Charms
Potions
Transfiguration
Defence Against the Dark Arts
PB/Avatar to be used: Ana Beatriz Barros
Contact Information: The best way in which to contact me would most likely be by email
(kjakoby@yahoo.com.au) or PM as I am still working out the mechanics of Yahoo messenger.
ALL other ezboard IDs you use on PI, including the names of the characters you play on EACH:
This is my first character.
Roleplay Sample:
It was the beginning of what seemed likely to become yet another late night in a long succession of late
nights, staying up to the small hours of the morning having become a disturbingly unhealthy habit for the young Gryffindor currently sprawled haphazardly
across the common room sofa, half a dozen weathered tomes stacked beside her. The fact that she would have to rise
early the next morning for classes was no deterrent to her, the memory of this morning's exhaustion having long been forgotten. It would only take her half
an hour and a cool splash of water to her face to wake her up and give her the appearance of being bright-eyed; and her natural energy would do the rest for
her. Whilst such a formula was clearly working Mia did not see any point in changing it- if it wasn't broken there was no point in fixing it -and her
little masquerade was convincing enough to herself. During the holidays coming up in several weeks she might allow herself a few sleep ins if indeed she did
not crash and burn first, but whilst the school term was still under way there was no chance of the girl keeping respectable hours or blatantly misusing a
combination of coffee and Pepper-Up Potions. Her uncle had done exactly the same during his Healer training, and what was good enough for her uncle was
certainly good enough for her.
Sanguine lips moved silently in the repetition of the mnemonics Mia had devised herself for the memorisation
of several rather complex recipes for Potions, the expression upon the girl's face being one of utmost concentration, feigned or not. Whilst the subject
was interesting enough she had not the natural talent for it of some of her peers much to her chagrin, and should she be called upon in an examination to
concoct a complicated potion her memory would not serve her without prompting. Certainly she would not be able to rely on her own devices and invent her way to
a satisfactory mark. She needed Potions to become a Healer; that in itself was enough to drive her to succeed even if she had not been a naturally
competitive person that detested failure. And that was why she had been awake so long so many nights in a row- how else would she find the time to study enough
(and she certainly was not doing enough, no matter how many hours she devoted to the task) to get the marks she required? The fact that her school results were
exemplary was heeded no mind for Mia had always been firstly obsessive, and secondly too aware of the dangers of overestimating one's own abilities to
allow herself to fall into such a trap.
Her concentration on this night however was not as focussed as she hoped it would have been, and she had been
periodically distracted by minor goings-on in the room the entire evening. Usually Mia would accept this as her mind telling her it was time to stop, and she
was about to give up and do so- when one had spent a considerable proportion of the last ten minutes gazing into the fire it was a sure sign that studying was
pointless. Mia was in tune with her own moods enough, and besides, the way the heat seemed to visibly radiate from the fireplace in ripples suggested
the late hours were having a detrimental effect on her. And she had hoped to get so much done.
Yawning slightly and as inconspicuously as she was able, despite the lack of schoolmates in the room, Mia drew
herself up into a sitting position in a single fluid movement with her characteristic feline sort of grace. Her features furrowed into a resignedly frustrated
sort of expression and her hand as she turned to gathering her possessions was rougher than generally would be the case. The essay she had been endeavouring to
write this evening was in fact due next Monday and she did therefore have an entire weekend to devote to the purpose if she so chose, but with her typical
compulsiveness Mia found the concept of last-minute studying more than a little frightening. Perhaps this fact would suggest she may have been better off
placed in Ravenclaw with others similarly obsessed with intellectualism, but then, another defining trait of Ravenclaws was wisdom, and Mia would not dare deny
that she lacked the wisdom to keep her mouth shut at many a crucial time. No, her outspokenness and brashness was pure unadulterated Gryffindor, and
in any case her father had been an alumnus of that house. It could be taken practically as a given that Mia would find a way to follow in her father's
footsteps in any way she could conceive.
Positioning her books neatly on the floor and tucking long legs neatly underneath her Mia settled further into
the plush sofa, attempting to soak up as much warmth from it as was humanly possible. Having spent the vast majority of her childhood in fairly tropical
locations (or at least those with warm climates) Mia had never been particularly fond of or well-adjusted to cold weather, an unfortunate condition considering
the nature of the weather in the country in which she now found herself. Even now with a warm woollen jumper and scarf layered over a shirt, and the exuding
heat from the fireplace the young Gryffindor could feel a chill creeping up her upper arms and shoulders that made her shiver involuntarily.
It was of course the second she finally settled comfortably that Mia remembered the letter she had yet to
read. It had arrived this morning in the daily post from her mother but she had been otherwise occupied at breakfast and in any case Mia was fairly certain as
to the contents ]of the missive: she had managed to find herself in a decent amount of trouble last week after a verbose and rather protracted
argument outside the greenhouses with a schoolmate culminating in her delivering an impressive right hook (if she did say so herself) to his jaw at the exact
moment the Herbology professor had arrived. Word had inevitably and predictably made its way back to her mother, since
Katharine Santos Corrales apparently had some sort of network that allowed her to spy on the goings on in her daughter's life, and she was unlikely to be
impressed (unsurprised, but unimpressed nevertheless.) In Mia's defence, the kind of chauvinism the boy had been spouting definitely warranted that sort of
treatment and she wouldn't have hesitated to hit him again.
Particularly considering he had had the nerve to whimper and flail about like a fish out of water, playing up
the incident for the professor's benefit. She detested people like that. Unfortunately the professor had not been charmed by Mia's hasty defence and
she had spent much of the last three nights cleaning armour and cauldrons by hand, a complete waste time and distraction from more important pastimes if she
did say so herself.
Still, she would have to read it at some stage…pulling the envelope out of her jeans pocket Mia unrolled the scroll deftly, holding down on the ends firmly to prevent it curling up at the edges. She scanned the contents briefly, her lips quirking up slightly in amusement as she picked up bits of phrases…'inappropriate behaviour, completely inappropriate….what were you thinking?...reign in your temper… It was a typical, stock-standard response and Mia really had to wonder why her mother bothered rewriting the letter each time, surely it would be more productive and time-efficient to simply copy it, the effect would be the same anyway. A contrite response would probably be appreciated; both Mia and her mother knew better than to expect that one would be delivered because Mia was not apologetic in the slightest and was not going to feign such. Still, she wasn't quite in the frame of mind for writing after the complete failure of her essay. She would have to leave it to morning.
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