I knew Jenny Fitzpatrick

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Reverend Mother Samantha Windborough

Jenny Fitzpatrick? Let's see...

Faulkner, Folger, Franks, Fitzgerald, Fitzpatrick, Fitzwilliams, oh, Fitzpatrick, there.

Hmmm, let's see. Andrew, Anne, Charles - oh, Charles Fitzpatrick was a dear boy, mind you. I believe that he was valedictorian the very year I first became headmaster of our prestigious institution. Such a darling boy, I tell you...

Oh, right. What was her name again? Jenny? Yes, right.

Ah, Jennifer Fitzpatrick! I remember this photo! She was a love as well. Married the Earl of Greenville! I actually believe I saw her on the holovision the other day, she looked charming with all those children, and had another one coming along the way.

Wait, not this Jennifer? Which one then? Here, these are all the Fitzpatricks. Take a look at all of them, you might be able to recognize them from photo better.



Oh. That Jenny Fitzpatrick. Hum, just look at that snide grin on her face, she looks like the spawn of some demon... Can you imagine? That was supposed to be her yearbook photo. I wonder how many men that whore's tempted to sin by now...

Kaitlyn Jennifer Fitzpatrick was her full name. Went by Jenny. I swear that girl was the nadir of respectability, dignity, and honor. Never in my fifty years as Headmistress of Saint Patrick's Academy have I ever encountered such a...naughty, young woman. Off the record, sir, I find that people like her just reaffirm how their kind is simply inferior to ours.

Well, this is everything that Saint Patrick's has ever bothered to keep about the little runt. She was an ungrateful little bitch - mind my language - as you can see. Several infractions of the Academy's dress, propriety, and speech codes. You know, I remember the time when the Lord Governor of Dublin came to inspect our school, and Sister Joanna and I seriously considered hiding Jenny so that he would not be completely appalled by our students. Was actually rather surprised that day, if I recall correctly, she was actually rather well mannered for his visit. It must have been that, commanding aura around him, I daresay. If that man were still alive, he would be crushing these Mollys in Dublin by the minute.

Oh, right, back on topic. Jenny Fitzpatrick, right. I believe she was sent to Saint Patricks after several undercover Police Authority Constables found her wandering about one of the decks on the Hood. They brought her to her majesty's Essex, whereupon she was sent to a Juvenile Detention Center on Leeds. Deacon Eric, I believe was the one who took pity on the girl and brought her here. Trust me, however, it was no move of caring or kindness. She was horrid runt, but she had a waif-like charm about her - quite pretty if you think about it. I never liked Deacon Eric. Too liberal. Too progressive. Just like you young people these days, always moving and thinking at the speed of light, never ready to slow down. Of course, no offense, sir.

But Deacon Eric, I daresay his knees shook when she strutted up to him. He brought that vile fiend into our honorable academy. Our school, since our founding nearly one hundred years ago, has always been dedicated to the reforming and re-education of the lost children of Dublin. That bastard girl did everything in her power to work against our good efforts. Always preaching about how liberty and freedom were key to life; never mentioning any word about responsibility or morality. At one point, she had all the boys in the school at her fingertips. They were all weak, just like the rest of their kind.

Hmmm? What did we do about her?

Well, see that oak paddle on the bureau over there? Sister Bridget used to call that the Attitude Adjuster. When that didn't work, we locked her up in the attic with only some water and leftover scraps.

Eventually, we thought we had her, but she didn't give in. One day, Sister Hannah walked in to give bring her some cake and milk out of pity, and found her lying on the floor, unconscious. We called Doctor Winston - bless his soul - and he recommended the hospital.

Did we go? Of course we went! We're women of God, sir, not the Spanish Inquisition...

Of course, after a few days of treatment - expensive treatment that St. Patrick's Academy paid for - she ran off. Escaped.

Look for her? We were glad of be rid of her.

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