Christine Montgomery
Seventh Year[M:10]
In order for the light to shine so brightly, the darkness must be present.
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Post by Christine Montgomery on Nov 6, 2008 16:57:21 GMT -5
Really the Ancestral House was too vast to be considered a "home" it was certain that they had some attention seekers in the past for the expense of the castle and it's mass.
Christine was right at home in the cabin of her uncle's ship, space didn't matter that much to her, the point was the ship could move and she could wake up in a totally different place than where she fell asleep. She would miss that life, but Uncle Christopher wasn't setting out anytime soon, to her knowledge anyway, and even if he were she doubted her father would let her go after the last mishap. *Which was not her fault*!
She sighed walking up the steps that led to the main entrance. From ten feet away she had to arch her neck to see the top of the imposing building and she frowned then resigned herself to her fate and walked inside.
Jensen, their butler, let her in. They used house elves certainly, but there was a certain warmth to another person in the house, especially with how large the house was. Besides which Jensen's family had been with the Montgomeries for centuries it would've been utterly atrocious to fire the man. Not to mention that he kept the house running as smooth as could be and knew Edward, James, Christopher, and Anthony since they were all pups. Like a sixth sense he always seemed to be near when you needed him. Even opening the door before she could manage to knock or pull the bell.
"Hey Jeeves." she was the princess of the manor certainly, until Sam showed up, she had been the only girl of spoiling age. Not that Edward didn't spoil her Aunt Sheryl, or her father spoil her mother, or her uncles...well actually her uncles were forbidden to bring lady loves to the ancestral home, it was a wife or a very steady girlfriend only.
Jenson took her coat and her things without a word but a kind twinkle in his eye.
"Is my father here?"
During the weekend the family often stayed at the Castle, it was certainly large enough, plus it was time that all the brothers got to get together and pick on one another while spoiling herself with attention and she loved it. Otherwise they all had their own separate residences they could retire to if "family time" got to be too much.
Really Christine thought she led the ideal life.
"Your father should be in his study m'um" Jensen replied.
"Is he mad?" she asked hesitantly, to which Jensen simply gave her a look that was quite cheeky for a butler, but the man was more like a grandfather than anything else. Her spirits deflated a bit. She didn't like it when her father was mad, and she didn't do things on purpose to make him mad...like fall out of a ship during a storm, but she had survived no worse for the wear.
She wondered what her punishment would be and started to head down towards her father's Study. She knocked quietly hoping he wouldn't answer.
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Post by James Montgomery on Nov 6, 2008 17:11:49 GMT -5
Unfortunately for his daughter, James did answer the door. Well, sort of. The door opened on its own, revealing her father looking over his glasses at her.
He sighed inwardly, silently waiting for her to come into the room. It was so damn hard to be angry with her. She knew how to take care of herself, and Chris knew that if he let anything happen to her, James would murder him without a second thought.
But she was still his baby girl, and he still worried. He liked the rebelious streak in her... it reminde him of himself when he was a teenager. And then he was reminded how much his own mother worried.
"Close the door behind you."
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Christine Montgomery
Seventh Year[M:10]
In order for the light to shine so brightly, the darkness must be present.
Posts: 925
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Post by Christine Montgomery on Nov 6, 2008 17:14:48 GMT -5
She couldn't help but smile when she saw him, yes she knew he was angry with her, and that this homecoming wasn't exactly as planned, but he was her father. One of the most loving fathers in the world and she hadn't seen him in so long, was it wrong to want to jump in his arms?
Sighing she straightened her spine and turned to shut the door then walked further into the room. Still worried however that he was going to go crazy over her going overboard she began, "Daddy I can explain."
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Post by James Montgomery on Nov 6, 2008 20:42:31 GMT -5
"Don't." James held up a hand, stopping her. Merlin, the number of times he had heard her utter those words. Or Christopher, for that matter. How was it that he was younger than Edward, and he still felt like the faily patriarch?
In hs youth, he had said those very same words to his father on several occassions, but he had mellowed out as he grew older, and became more business like and quite the adult. He hoped the same for Christine, but he had a feeling she would be more like his brother, Christopher... whom he had actually named the girl for.
He looked at his daughter, unsure if he wanted to hug her and tell her how glad he was that she was safe, or yell at her and tell her she was never allowed out with Christopher again. Or both.
"At some point, Christine... this has to stop."
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Christine Montgomery
Seventh Year[M:10]
In order for the light to shine so brightly, the darkness must be present.
Posts: 925
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Post by Christine Montgomery on Nov 6, 2008 20:54:38 GMT -5
Christine frowned at him, " What has to stop?" she asked confusion shining in her eyes. She had made a mistake of course or rather she had been on the wrong side of the ship at the wrong time, but it was hardly her fault.
There were always going to be dangers in the things she did, that was simply how she lived her life. It was how she *had* to live her life otherwise she'd go insane with boredom.
Christine was the type that if you told her not to do something, she had to do it, if you told her she couldn't do something she'd pull out every last stop to prove you wrong, she was fearless and a bit foolhardy, but that was something that a person could not just "stop".
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Post by James Montgomery on Nov 7, 2008 3:17:50 GMT -5
James sighed. "These owls I keep getting about terrible storms and you going overboard, or a train ride where your uncle couldn't find you because *you* went on the wrong train, or any other of these stories I keep hearing. If you're going to keep doing things like this, don't let your uncle tell me about them. We'd both be happier, wouldn't we?"
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Christine Montgomery
Seventh Year[M:10]
In order for the light to shine so brightly, the darkness must be present.
Posts: 925
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Post by Christine Montgomery on Nov 7, 2008 3:24:47 GMT -5
Christine never made a mistake about what train to take, and perhaps that had been his emphasis. She tried owling her uncle and letting him know that she was going to go exploring but most of the time she didn't want him to know in case he wouldn't let her. She was stubborn that way.
But then something her father said made her narrow her eyes, "Uncle Christopher wouldn't owl you if he had lost me, or if I fell overboard. He'd be terrified you'd come after him." she was getting that look in her eyes that said she was going to turn the tables on him. She had that affect sometimes, when really she should have been the one getting punished she could turn and convince you that somehow you had done something wrong, " You've hired one of your guards again!" she accused.
The Montgomeries had men all over and anywhere they may have needed them and for as long as she could remember she had at least three or four bodyguards at her back. She couldn't even use a public restroom without them checking the stalls first and then standing guard at the door. It was ridiculous, and he had promised her this one trip without the guards. It wasn't like there wasn't an entire crew of people who wouldn't watch over her, or that her uncle would let her get into too much trouble " I'm sixteen years old I don't need to be watched at every corner. I can't believe you."
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Post by James Montgomery on Nov 10, 2008 16:07:49 GMT -5
James sighed, taking off his glasses as his daughter started yelling. He never specifically hired gaurds to watch her. And he had threatened Christopher a few times into telling him what had happened to his daughter, who had a strong penchant for trouble. And while James loved her dearly, he could feel the two of them getting further and further apart everytime she did this.
"Right, I'm sorry I forgot how much wisdom and experience a person has at age sixteen. We're done here, Christine. Go say hello to your mother."
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Christine Montgomery
Seventh Year[M:10]
In order for the light to shine so brightly, the darkness must be present.
Posts: 925
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Post by Christine Montgomery on Nov 10, 2008 16:28:08 GMT -5
She scoffed at him dismissing her, opened her mouth to say something, anything that would make him see her as more than just a regular sixteen year old girl, but she curbed her tongue. If he didn't know how different his daughter was, then she wasn't going to explain it to him. At least Uncle Chris treated her more like an adult.
Drawing as much dignity as possible she stood, raked him with one last look of hurt contempt then left the room to find her mother.
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Post by James Montgomery on Nov 10, 2008 20:16:25 GMT -5
He sighed. He knew young girls always felt like they were older, more responsible, more capable. But it was a father's job to protect his children, and as special and different as she may have been, she was still sixteen. And, he felt, she was spoiled and immature every time she got in one of these moods. Granted, the spoiled part was his fault, his and the rest of the family's, but the immaturity was all hers. And until she could prove that she actually *could* handle herself on one of these trips, he was going to treat her like she couldn't.
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Christine Montgomery
Seventh Year[M:10]
In order for the light to shine so brightly, the darkness must be present.
Posts: 925
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Post by Christine Montgomery on Nov 11, 2008 7:35:23 GMT -5
But Christine was different. For as much freedom she had been allowed she almost felt as if she were deprived of it as well. The simple fact being that she was used to independence. She understood how "normal" people lived, without servants, without body guards. She had grown up being "free" but being "watched". Most of the time her misadventures stemmed from a desperate need to break free.
It wasn't that she wanted to get hurt, or that she lived for danger, although a part of her did. It was more the knowledge that she could take care of herself. Men were never concerned about their sons doing God knows what, but because she was a girl, and because she was a precious Montgomery, she'd never see "freedom" and it was something she desperately wanted. She was clever, strong, but her mettle had rarely been tested because someone always prevented the blow. Maybe she needed to get knocked down a few times so she could get hurt and get back on the horse, as of yet why wouldn't she think herself invincible if her uncle or someone else was always there to protect her?
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