To Zeke Jones

[Georgiana Armitage]

Heya Babes,

I know I don't say nice things to you, well not really... I promise I won't rant, but I wanted to thank you for being so supportive this past month with my grandad’s passing. I can't believe some people. They are so rude about it like it shouldn’t matter, or as if he was this terrible person, he was never terrible to me. Uncle Leo is a bloody twat. Well, I am getting bossy and mean again and I promised I wouldn't so I should stop.

Love you. Miss you. Save me from my family and the boredom that is the English Countryside,
G

((ooc: Hope you don't mind Lia, but I felt like they needed to do something?))

[Ezekiel Jones]

G,

'Course, babe. Who's saying these things? I can't see any point in slamming the dead. It only hurts the family they've left behind. How's your dad been?

Come to London as soon as you can, then. Stay here awhile if you need to. I don't know how you stand the countryside, G.

-Z

[Georgiana Armitage]

Dear Zeke,

Leo, mostly. Then there’s a few other people popping out of the woodwork, trying to get grandad’s money. God, people can be so tactless. Dad is doing alright. I think he misses grandad more than he lets on. He took care of all the funeral preparations and such after Leo couldn’t handle it, apparently. But then why should he have done. Leo clearly didn’t know his own father.

Thanks babe. I am sure my Dad would love that. He likes you, well, sort of, he is still getting over the fact that you are a wee bit older than me and the fact that you are a half-blood. It’s not like it’s illegal I am 18 now, and besides he likes that you are working for Smythe-Jones, Walker & Holmes, my grandmother’s family are Walkers. You are warming up to him. But because I don’t want to give him any other reason to dislike you I will say that I am staying at Spencer’s, alright? How does tomorrow sound?

Love,
G

[Ezekiel Jones]

G,

I was going to say. Not to be accusatory, but family members only coming round once someone's died? Bit shady, really. You've not had trouble with the O'Connors, then? With Walsh? Any of those people you're related to who have obvious difficulty keeping their gobs shut?

Why, I thought all those death glares thrown my way were part of the fun dynamic we've cultivated. It's fine. I don't need him to love me, so long as you do.

Tomorrow is perfect.

- Z