witch mary bennet

The best warm sun in summer was hanging over the small village of Longbourn in Hertfordshire. A little light brown owl circled a few times in the air before swooping down towards a manor by the village.

The little owl quickly found a window on the second floor, fluttered a few times outside the window, and then pecked at the window lattice with its beak.

This is a piano room that is often found in country gentry homes. There are still life paintings on the wall, a small table for piano scores in the corner, a piano and matching piano bench in the center of the room, and several chairs scattered around. .

Mary Bennet got up from the piano bench, went to the window, opened the window lightly, and the little owl jumped into the window immediately, landed on the nearest chair, stretched out a leg, and tied it a letter.

Mary took down the letter, quickly opened it and read it, a smile gradually appeared on her young and delicate face.She turned around and put a small basin of water and a small plate of broken muffins that had been placed on the piano on the chair where the little owl was standing, "Elis, please wait a little longer, I will write it right away." reply."

The little owl, which has the same name as the goddess in Greek mythology, turned its head to look at its client, and then reservedly pecked a little water in the basin to comb its feathers.There was ink and paper on the little table where the score was placed, and Mary ran to it, and before she could even draw a chair, she squatted and wrote the reply.

She has three rolls of parchment to say to her good friend, but now, she can only hurry up and write three short sentences.

"My dear Sophie, I'll go to my father right away and say, if it's convenient, I'll send Elis over tomorrow."

The little owl Ellis seemed to know that Mary had arranged another long trip for him, and when she tied the reply letter to its lap, it seemed extremely restless, and as soon as the letter was tied, it spread its wings and flew through the open window. gone.

Mary breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly poured the water the little owl had drunk out of the window, wrapped the leftover muffins in paper, and pressed them under her music score.

Just as she was sitting back at the piano, there was a knock on the door, and Ruth, the maid, pushed in and told Mary that her father told her to come over now.

"Mr. Bennet is in the study," she added deadpan, before walking away without even closing the piano room door.

Mary put away the sheet music slowly, and clutched the small paper bag in her hand before going downstairs. When passing by the kitchen, there was no one there, so she threw the small paper bag to a pile of garbage in the corner inside.

She is different from her sisters. Mary Bennet is a witch. For the past six years, she has spent most of her time studying at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.Except for her parents and sisters, everyone thought she was going to accompany the widowed woman at her cousin's house in Liverpool, so the servants treated the third lady at home naturally with alienation and indifference.

Mr. Bennet was sitting in front of the French window facing the sun in the library. As soon as Mary came in, he turned around and looked at his daughter, "I saw an owl flying past the window just now."

Mary knew from the age of 11 that owls were rarely active during the day, and of course she could still deny it, but there was no point in flirting with her father.

So Mary smiled nonchalantly, "Yes, Dad, I just received a letter from my classmate Sophie Windermere..."

"The gentleman's family in the Lake District that you visited two years ago?" Mr. Bennet interrupted his daughter rudely.

"Yes," Mary tried to force a more natural smile, "Sophie invited me to stay at her house for a few days, and then we can go to London together to buy textbooks for the next semester."

Mr. Bennet didn't answer. After a while, he asked another seemingly insignificant question, "Miss Windermere, has she started socializing yet?"

"Dad, the wizarding world comes of age at 17," Mary, who turned 17 in April, added. "Miss Windermere is a bit older than me."

"Then you're an adult," the father seemed to hesitate before he added slowly, "I don't need to write a letter to the elders of the Windermere family, asking them to help you arrange some social activities in your wizarding world." Activity."

"Hmm..." Mary didn't expect her father to ask such a question, her face flushed immediately, but she still tried to calmly reiterate, "Of course you don't need it, Dad."

Mr. Bennet also seemed relieved. He looked at his daughter and put on a sincere tone, "Mary, I still want to emphasize that I still hope that you can marry a normal person and live a peaceful life like the girls in the village. End of life."

Mary seldom talked about wizards at home, so Mr. Bennet, who hadn't left Longbourn for more than ten years, would never have imagined that his daughter had lived in such a colorful world for six years.But Mary clearly understood that it was impossible for her to return to the life of a "normal person" in her father's mouth.

"If your headmaster hadn't come to visit and said that if you didn't go to school, you would lose control of your magic power, I would have let you go. Who told your great-grandmother to be a witch?" Mr. Bennet often told his daughter Repeat this in front of her, "May God bless her, and by God's grace, I have not become a wizard."

It was obvious that he was most satisfied with this, and Mary wanted to tell him that wizards did not believe in God.

"My dear daughter, will you go to the ball with your sisters tonight?" asked Mr. Bennet at last.

Mary didn't want to go, but she was used to not going against her father's wishes on these little things, so she smiled and said, "Of course, Dad."

"Then hurry up and prepare," Mr. Bennet seemed satisfied with his daughter's answer, "Come to me tomorrow morning and take the pocket money for the next year, and then you can go to that Windermere home."

"Thank you, Dad," Mary said sincerely.Her sisters live at home, and it costs their parents about a hundred pounds a year to eat and buy clothes, so Mr. Bennet also gives her a hundred pounds a year. After buying textbooks and materials needed for potions, Often there is not much left.

Mary said goodbye to her father, and after leaving the library, she planned to go back to the piano room to kill the rest of the morning, but when she reached the stairs, her mother stopped her.

"Mary, where is the satin dress I bought for you last year?" Mrs. Bennet asked hurriedly, "Find it out quickly and let Ruth help you renew it, and wear it tonight."

"Mom, I'm going to my classmate's house tomorrow, and I'm going to wear that dress." Mary liked the light green dress very much, so she intentionally hesitated, "If it gets dirty tonight, it will be troublesome."

It would be nice to avoid the dance in the evening.But Mrs. Bennet just sighed, "If you spend all the money you spend on those useless things on clothes, you'll have enough clothes to wear," she added in a tone of incredulity, " Lydia has a skirt that's too short, and you're shorter than her, so let her lend it to you."

After Mrs. Bennet finished speaking, she turned around and was about to go upstairs. Mary thought about it quickly, and she was even more unwilling to wear her sister's skirt, so she hurriedly replied, "Oh, Mom, I don't wear her skirt, I just wear the one on my body." This one, okay?"

Mary was wearing a beige floral dress. Mrs. Bennet turned around and glanced at her daughter, "It's up to you."

She took a few steps up the stairs before ordering again, "Mary, come with me, and I'll find a pin for you to wear."

The other Bennet ladies were assembled in their mother's dressing-room, and when Mary entered her two sisters were sewing lace to a satin dress.

"Kitty! Lydia!" exclaimed Mrs. Bennet, as she entered, "I said long ago that lace would be stitched on this satin, and it would leave needle holes when it came off!"

Lydia hurriedly came over and smiled at her mother, "Mom, I think these laces are very beautiful, and they fit well on the skirt. Kitty and I have already discussed it, and we will take turns wearing this skirt."

"Then do whatever you want," in fact, Mrs. Bennet was not in the mood to take care of her little daughter. She walked to the side of the cabinet and took out her usual jewelry box.Mary knew that there were only a few pieces of cheap jewelry here, and what her mother held in front of her was only a silver brooch inlaid with a fluorite and a few off-white pearls.

"Thanks, Mom," said Mary hastily as she took the pin.

The ladies had already turned to look at their mother, and Mrs. Bennet hurriedly ordered, "Mary, remember to return it to me tomorrow morning."

Mary agreed, and pinned the brooch to her skirt.

Her second sister, Elizabeth, glanced at her, "Mary, are you going to the ball in this attire?"

"There's nothing wrong with that," Mary forced a smile at her sister.

Elizabeth froze for a moment, but didn't answer right away. At this time, the maid had already gone out, and there were only the Bennet mother and daughter in the room, so Lydia rushed over and shouted to her mother, "Mom, let Mary use her magic to give us Change some jewellery, neither Kitty nor I have any decent jewellery."

"It won't work, Lydia," answered Mary hastily, "I can't use magic in the house."

"You've said that from the beginning," Lydia yelled angrily, "I really don't know why you learned that!"

"Okay, Lydia," said Jane, the eldest daughter of the Bennet family, suddenly, "if Dad hears you mention magic, he will definitely deduct all your pocket money."

Lydia was furious, and there was a brief silence in the room.Mary went to the mirror. The pin didn't look so conspicuous, so she said to her mother, "Mom, I'm going back to the piano room first."

"Okay, I'll ask Ruth to shine your shoes for you..." She seemed to think of something suddenly, "Mary, are you leaving tomorrow?"

Mary immediately responded in the affirmative.

"Is this the last year?" asked the mother again.

Mary nodded again.

Only then did Mrs. Bennet smile with satisfaction, "Then you can live at home permanently, which is great!"

Mary was about to answer when Lydia said loudly to Kitty, "Mary will die next year, and she will be an old girl, and I hope I can marry myself off before she comes home!"

"Lydia," Mrs. Bennet's accusation was still full of mother's doting, "you are only 14 years old!"

Lydia was used to being unscrupulous at home, but Mary still didn't like to hear such words.She really wants to tell the sisters that young women in the wizarding world can use their jobs to support themselves after graduation. After all, magic power and the technology of casting magic have nothing to do with gender. In the history of wizards, there are countless powerful witches. Now, in the wizarding world There are also many jobs for witches in the world.

Of course, Mary would definitely not say anything, she just pretended not to hear, said goodbye to everyone, and went downstairs briskly.