i awoke at sunrise, got up and done my average routine for the morning. i was debating whether to eat breakfast on the bench again. i decided to see how i feel later on in the day. i walk down the start towards the kitchen, mother was sat in the living room with a downcast expression on her face.
i sighed to myself. one of our servants, Elodie, tread up to me handing me the newspaper and a letter we just received. she rubbed my arm and smiled. i gave her a slight smile back.
"thank you." i say. she walked away to go polish the table.
i inspected the letter. i flipped it over and tore the back of it removing the parchment from inside. i unfolded it and read through it.
"dear Coraline and Matilda Tewksbury,
im am dearly sorry about the news of what's happened to Nicholas. i hope you and your family are doing well. i would love to see you at some point soon, you know where ill be. everything is going to be okay i can feel it. i hope you are keeping up with practicing fighting Matilda if not then come find me ill help you out! im sending lots of love.
yours sincerely,
Edith.i smile to myself. it was nice to hear from Edith as it has been a while since i had seen her. i walk over to the living room.
"mother, Edith has written." i hand her the letter. she lets out a small grin. i leave her to read through the letter. i travel back to the kitchen. i grab the newspaper, opening up. one thing caught my eye. 'two boys leap from train.'
i scoff and roll my eyes waltzing back into the sitting room. who in the right mind would jump from the London express? i read futher on, 'left basil wether station at 9.15' 'a man in a brown bowler hat'
it all sounded strange. i shook off the feeling and quickly shut the newspaper. i needed to take my mind off everything. what better way to do that then art. i travelled slowly up the stairs towards the study room. there were many things in the study room such as; a typewriter, a draw full of quills and pencils, another draw with many paints and brushes, easels and canvases. it felt so comfortable to sit in there and paint. i was in my element.
i decided to paint the bench we always sat at. i was painting for around 2 hours until i finally finished the piece. i was happy with myself. i felt content in that moment until the feelings all came crushing down again. i sighed to my self.
today just did not feel ordinary. i suppose its because i haven't been to the park. so thats what im going to do. i walk downstairs towards the front door.
"im off to the park mother." i call.
"okay darling, be careful." she said dully. i couldn't blame her. the servants opened the door for me and i thanked them. i strolled through the street towards the park.
i sat down on my usual bench. i wave to the gardener and take out a pastry from my basket. i've decided i'm going to see Edith. if i want to find my brother i've got to know how to put up a fight right? i mean i already know alot since we've known Edith since i was a baby. mother was also close friends with Eudoria holmes through Edith. though i had never met her.
after a while i walk over to the lake in front of me and feed the other pastry to the ducks. it would usually be for tewky.
i strut down the streets of london towards the tearoom cafe. i enter, its a cute little cafe with a wide range of books. i walk over to the counter where edith is.
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FanfictionLady Matilda Tewksbury finds out her brother is missing and wants to find him urgently. she still sits at the park bench they would eat breakfast every morning. what happens when a man who's face is always seen at the front of the newspapers sits n...