Succumbing to Hedonism (Thursday&Pig)

[MARY ANNE SPENCER]

Mary Anne was not in the best of moods as she marched into the dining hall for lunch. The morning had been most taxing on her poor nerves as they learned about the unfortunately whore-ish ways of Anne Boleyn which, as always, made her shudder at the thought that such an adulterous wench could be tied to the royal family. The only thing that had gotten her through the lesson was constantly reminding herself that just so long as she married Prince Harry, nothing of the sort would happen in the current generation of the British monarchy. She completely trusted dear Kate Middleton not to get up to any high-jinks, and she would personally see to any fools who accused her of stepping out on the dear prince.

That of course, would all have been easily forgotten as something to be left to her history classes, and she would have perked right back up in time for a meal had it not been for the not one but two couples she had caught in the act of kissing QUITE UPROARIOUSLY in the hallways. She had swooped into action, separating the couples immediately and admonishing them for their outrageous behavior, but there was still a nagging suspicion lurking in the back of her mind that they had ignored her help! She couldn't bear to think of what awful actions they planned to partake in next should they not heed her warnings.

As she went through the actions of gathering her lunch together, she couldn't stop thinking about those damned kissing fools. Who did they think they were? Did they even understand the consequences of their actions?If they weren't careful, those idiots could give each other syphilis or gonorrhea or the KISSING DISEASE. The entire idiocy of it all positively worked her into a frenzy until, in a moment of violently attempting to fill her tea cup with hot water, she splashed her hand with a few drops of the boiling liquid.

Positively fuming but otherwise unharmed, she took her food and sat down at her usual table, angrily (but still daintily, as ladies never "chomped") bit into a biscuit.