Lettie woke up that morning to an urgent letter from her father, Natter. He was asking in favor of himself and his sons, Killian, Lyndhom, and Pritchard that she pick up some items for them. Yes they could have just as easily grabbed them, but they needed her specifically to go. She had a strong feeling as to why they wanted her specifically go, maybe she'd see something and be swayed to take up their practice of Dark Magic. Except she most likely was not going to be swayed, and this was all for naught. Nonetheless, she loved her father and her brothers, and was willing to do these things for her. Not to mention this would be an excuse for her to drop by and visit them; she didn't have much time around her job and around her volunteer work that she did for the muggles to see them.
She knew that her life choices somewhat irked Natter, and she definitely knew they irritated the shit out of Killian, Lyndhom, and Pritchard. 'Lian thought she needed a stable man, who was far older like her mother and his father. Lyn thought she needed a younger man closer to her age, maybe 28 or 29 to settle her wayward youth, and Pritch agreed with whatever Lyn thought. She sighed and ran a hand through her hair as she looked at the letter again.
She needed to fill out a delivery form for a large mahogany desk for Natter, needed to buy a large full-body mirror for 'Lian, a sleek designed jewelry box for Lyn (to seduce another lady, she assumed), and a book for Pritch. Her direct instructions were to not directly touch any of those items, unless need be. Instead she was to express her desire for someone else to handle these items. There needed to be at least one layer between her hands and these items, meaning a bag or something of the sort.
"Excuse me," she tapped the shoulder of a gentleman in front of her, somewhat hoping he worked there so she could get some directions about these items, "could you help me, by any chance?" She asked, her voice sweet as molasses.
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