Post by Shava on Oct 14, 2022 13:45:15 GMT -5
It stuck in his head after the trip to Paris. War orphans fund. Back home he got off the train a stop early and ran to the library in town getting there and asking for help with information on the war orphans fund. The librarian gave him an odd look (how many teens run in excited about that topic?) but helped him look up the direct things he needed. With that he jogged back home getting back to the house before too much off his expected time. "Sorry grandfather, the train got delayed. I ran as quick as I could. Sir." The man looked over his paper at the clock clearly judging the time then nodded. "A good effort. Go on," he added slightly approving as Asher went up the stairs to put his bags in the room and then go to help cook already having thought of the stories he could make up to tell her.
That timing had been lucky. Being that his mother had been such a "bad sort" his grandfather was always reminding him when he was late to do something that he had to put on a good effort to make it up. Not that he owed for his mother's behavior, but to prevent her background making him look badly reflective. Still wasn't fair, but whatever. Now hw knew the War Orphans fund which helped her with school was only accessible to those whose parents had been killed during the war. That probably meant her parents weren't the problem, but there had to be something else in the records. So she hadn't been orphaned on purpose as the issue, but because her father had at least been in the muggle war. Must not mean her father was a wizard, so her mother must have been the witch. Probably.
He needed those records. Later this year he would be legal and then maybe he could manage something, but that meant he had time to work with. He knew the place and he knew the layout basically. He knew most of the staff there too probably, though there could have been a changeover at some point. Raiding a place which had magic orphans also meant witches and wizard staff. That would be much trickier.
Still there was a good chance nothing structural had been done because of funds. The attic, he guessed, was probably still going to be his best bet for an entry. Which meant he needed to a scout of it first off, some time this week probably. A frown as he cut carrots for Cook, whose attention remainder on spices for the old man's supper compared to the rest. Asher was well aware that what his grandfather wanted wasn't for anyone else. She'd serve him exactly what he wanted and then add flavor for everyone else after.
When the she reached for the sherry that was the first moment he was off his thoughts trying not to make a face. Sherried beef wasn't bad, but he actually preferred the rice it came on and the side veggies. What a weird thing for any kid used to orphanage food to think, but it was the truth. The older dishes were for another time and he appreciated that cook knew how to make it different ways then they had in the early days.
That timing had been lucky. Being that his mother had been such a "bad sort" his grandfather was always reminding him when he was late to do something that he had to put on a good effort to make it up. Not that he owed for his mother's behavior, but to prevent her background making him look badly reflective. Still wasn't fair, but whatever. Now hw knew the War Orphans fund which helped her with school was only accessible to those whose parents had been killed during the war. That probably meant her parents weren't the problem, but there had to be something else in the records. So she hadn't been orphaned on purpose as the issue, but because her father had at least been in the muggle war. Must not mean her father was a wizard, so her mother must have been the witch. Probably.
He needed those records. Later this year he would be legal and then maybe he could manage something, but that meant he had time to work with. He knew the place and he knew the layout basically. He knew most of the staff there too probably, though there could have been a changeover at some point. Raiding a place which had magic orphans also meant witches and wizard staff. That would be much trickier.
Still there was a good chance nothing structural had been done because of funds. The attic, he guessed, was probably still going to be his best bet for an entry. Which meant he needed to a scout of it first off, some time this week probably. A frown as he cut carrots for Cook, whose attention remainder on spices for the old man's supper compared to the rest. Asher was well aware that what his grandfather wanted wasn't for anyone else. She'd serve him exactly what he wanted and then add flavor for everyone else after.
When the she reached for the sherry that was the first moment he was off his thoughts trying not to make a face. Sherried beef wasn't bad, but he actually preferred the rice it came on and the side veggies. What a weird thing for any kid used to orphanage food to think, but it was the truth. The older dishes were for another time and he appreciated that cook knew how to make it different ways then they had in the early days.
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