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Originally Posted by
AuroraQuinn 
Aurora emerged from her dormitory with her hair gathered into a ponytail - she was not in a good mood today and she knew what was coming later so she hadn't cared enough to brush it. She had a quill in one hand and a bunch of manuscript paper in the other, covered with half finished melodies. She had intended to sit quietly by the fire and amend some of the dynamics in a couple of pieces she had written. Then she spotted Mordred...
He looked considerably more miserable than usual... And he had those stupid letters in his hands... Surely they weren't the problem? Just some bits of paper? Apparently. She walked over and sat across from him. "Are you alright?" she asked quietly, putting her music down and pulling her feet up onto the chair.
Mordred blinked trying his best to calm down himself. Nope. He’s not going to cry. Never.
He heard a familiar voice, and scrambled to keep the letters that were in front of him. Lengthy letters from dear old traitors. Half way he stopped fixing them and looked up to see Aurora.
“Oh. Hey. Yeah. I’m okay.” He said as he brushed his eye with the back of his hand while clutching Julian’s letter.
“I just had to burn this.” He said as he held the
unread letter.
“And these.” He continued pointing at more unread letters with his name on it.
He stared at the flame wondering if he should burn them now. He was pretty sure it was full of “I’m sorry.” I hope you understand” and whatnot.
“Explanations full of crap.” He told himself. Somehow, he’s itching to open them and read every word. Most probably he’d reply to them-- sealed with a curse. He badly wanted to do that, but he knows he’ll get in trouble.
“What do you do when somebody betrays you, Aurora?” he asked, his eyes fixed on the flame, as he crumpled Julian’s letter tightly in his hands.