Violet was still annoyed, she didn't trust her siblings ... much. She trusted them a bit but not lots. She was getting tired of standing still, and wearing the itching dress she was wearing, it was horrible, if she didn't have a rash when she got changed she would be rather surprised. she mumbled darkly, she was annoyed and starting to scratch her tummy where it was most itching. She was still looking at the person she wanted, she seemed different, Violet just couldn't put her finger on what was different

Marie looked at her sister and smiled. She was almost going to say 'Give me a high five!' but she stopped herself, that would be too childish and Antonin would have a fit. She loved when she and Iris teamed up against there siblings, they could really be a dynamic duo. All of these thoughts shattered when Iris told her no. She remained silent and waited.

Yes Antonin was finished. She smiled, her turn would be coming soon. He was flirting with a maid. Goodness, if Mama saw him doing that he would be written out of the inheritance! She tisked softly and looked away from the sight. But she was secretly happy because to her it seemed that her brother, Antonin, was exactly what you'd call a ladies man.

Julia looked at Taylor. She raised an eyebrow. "Really? Shopping would be fun right now! If we don't get chosen, mind if I come too?" she exclaimed, she needed some new clothes.. "Wow. I actually came out here, myself. You see I use to be a movie star when I was eighteen but then it all went down hill. As you can probably see." The older sister gave her a cold stare. She leaned over to Taylor. "Goodness, there taking a long time." she whispered, softly, starting to get impatient.

The bottom of the barrel. That's what she got and always would get. But what had she expected? Some amazing 15 year-old boy? Yeah, right. And like he'd choose her. With all the other beautiful girls -no, women, here. Her stomach lurched, the cute little girl who appeared about 5 or 6 wanted the Freya girl. She wouldn't be babysitting. Wait, so that left her with...

Sigh. Women.

"Yes, but there's not many people like that. Someone who has a strong personality likes to show it." Patrick rolled his eyes, like him for example. He was strong on the inside, and wanted to show the world how awesome he was.

Once Antonin picked, Patrick smirked to himself. FINALLY. "Right, I'm choosing now." He declared, eyeing Freya up and down. Atleast he was quicker than his older brother. Strangely, Patrick could tell that Freya was a muggleborn, and he could really have some fun with that. He beckoned over to him with a slight smirk and kissed her hand when she approached. "Patrick Delamere, pleasure to meet you." Usually he would have scowled and wouldn't have dared to touch her, but he had been told that he had to be friendly, regardless.

Violet reacted immediately "NO!!! YOU CAN'T HAVE HER I ALREADY DIBSED HER" she yelled stubbornly trying (but failing) to pull her brother away. She didn't care if she got in trouble, no one goes against Violet's word unless they want pure 6 year old torture, which Violet was very good at giving. She was sure some one would pull her away soon enough and tell her she was being a stubborn prat, but she didn't care she was going to try at least. And plus Violet wasn't good at making a second choice, she didn't like it, it made her feel small and never good enough for the first pick

Violet stop! Laura called with command in her voice and picked her up, pulling her away from her brother, she knelt down to her, you do not bring down the front just becuase you can't get what you want! You will pick another one and you will be quiet! she said spoke firmly, she didn't like getting annoyed with her sister, but she had to on this occasion, she turned away from her sister and turned her eyes back to her new boy

Laura couldn't help but smirk, it was true, Violet often held grudges for months, if he had taken her servant she would go on for years, long after she was gone, but at least Violet wouldn't be too loud now or angry

Violet still wasn't happy, she had gotten what she wanted sure, but she still didn't like the fact that he had even tried to take the one she dibsed. "I won't chew her, that's just gross" she said under her breathe folding her arms, she was grateful but generally annoyed, why was she the youngest? and always had to listen to her siblings? craziness. But they had made the right decision, Violet had a nasty temper that lasted for ages. Now she felt kind of embarrassed, she had completely humiliated herself by acting like a stuck up prat, meh she was 6, wasn't she. "I promise I don't bite" she said to Freya, she might as well start some where in making herself seem more mature then any normal six year old.

Hmph Laura muttered, maybe not strangers, she murmered thinking of the bite mark she had on her arm from earlier in the day, now no one will pick her so you can be quiet, capeesh? she said to her sister

Violet glared at Laura "thats what you get for carrying me" she said darkly, she only bit people who carried her. But Violet was in a better mood, it was almost impossible for Violet to be in a good mood, so better was a good place to start. and she hoped her siblings realised that she was getting Freya, no one else "I was being quiet, until..." the rest was under her breath as she started scratching the itching spot on her tummy again

Victoria still wasn't sure what to do with herself. She inched slightly further away and decided to just play it quiet. She'd get stuck with someone, no- someone would get stuck with her. Maybe they'd just decide she was to young and kick her out, but that didn't seem right. She started to not mind who will choose her; the Delemares themselves were cool in an eerie mysterious way. It definitely wouldn't be like home, that's for sure.

Iris smiled. "Ah, well, it's getting closer to our turn to choose," she murmured quietly. "Any idea on who I should choose?" she asked as her eyes scanned them once again. Ah, time... it took time to make these decisions and she now saw why Antonin took so long. It was hard to make a good choice, to choose one who was competent. Not stupid and hopeless.

Taylor nodded. "I know! I don't mind at all, we can like, totally bond with my bestie Ann," she said. But she had to wait for this to be over. This was going to take forever. Oh, wasn't violet eyes a bit touchy, with the cold look and all. Hmph. "And I have a feeling it's only going to take longer," she huffed.


Iris rolled her eyes at her brother. Uhm, he was not as awesome as he thought he was and she was about to point that out but he went and chose the person he wanted. Great. Now who was next? She'd tell him how exactly un-awesome he was later.

Ah so Dozer was done, so only a few more till Richard and then her good self, and Iris would not get her boy, she would make sure of that, and she could argue all she wanted but Laura would not give in, she was far too strong willed for that

Dozer clasped her hand and tucked it into his arm. He could tell she wasn't exactly thrilled that he had chosen her. He was a little interested in why. Leading her over to where he and Damon were standing he tucked her under his arm. His siblings were already starting to fight over their picks and he certainly didn't want her caught in the middle of all that.

Dozer leaned down close so that only she could hear, "I'm Dozer by the way. I didn't catch your name."

Damon glanced over to his brother, who had decided to lean against the wall next to him. Damon, not being much of a talker, just listened quietly as Dozer spoke and observed all of the servants. "Yeah, i guess you're right." he said finally, matching his brother's shrug. But really, what could you do? If Antonin wanted something done, it was done as a family without any questions asked.

Dai then followed his brother's glance towards a girl who seemed to have sparked his interest. Damon smirked. So easily distracted by a mysterious girl. But a servant girl nonetheless. "I haven't made a decision yet. As long as i get a female, it doesn't really matter to me." he shrugged. It truly didn't bother him.

Sliding up the wall a bit, Damon shifted his attention back towards his brother. "I don't care for this much. It bores me to no end." he replied. What was the point of choosing a servant? They'd all end up with power in the end. What did it really matter?

Cole reached the bottom of the hill, unsure of what was happening. Servants were gathered in a group and the Delameres stood opposite. One Delamere, who seemed to be the oldest, looked as though he were making some sort of decision while the rest, except for a select few, were waiting eagerly behind him. How.. peculiar.

Colton glanced around the group as decisions were being made, servants being chosen and flirted with, but he himself was unsure as to where he would end up. Rather, who he would end up with. Deciding it was best to keep his mouth shut, he took a step forward towards the house, hoping to be chosen eventually.

Marie raised her eyebrow. "Ohhh.. I didn't realise that!" she exclaimed. She said it with a little hint of sarcasm. She smirked at her brother. Marie nodded. "Hmm.. for you.. Let's see." she said, looking through the guys. One guy caught her eyes for Iris. "What about him?" she asked. Moving her head, slightly towards the guy she thought that would be perfect for Iris (Colton).
Julia looked up and stepped forward. An attractive young man had used his eyebrows to tell her to come here. She went over and curtsied towards him. "Yes, sir?" she asked.

Marie turned to Iris. "Now I have to choose someone!" she said to her sister. She looked at the guys and quickly pointed at the handsome man [Fabien]. He was cute and seemed a little bit older than herself. "I think I'll choose him." she said and giggled a little. "What do you think?" she asked her sister.

Laura looked at her sister Marie, who was pointing at her man, she was going to pick him, and if she didn't get him, there would be hell to pay, Laura did not settle for second best, although that one that had just a tiny step towards the villa did look rather fit hmmm, decisions, decisions

"Oh, please. You don't need to call me sir. I'm Patrick, a pleasure it is to meet you." Patrick smirked and kissed her on the hand. Hopefully, Violet wouldn't brat out about him choosing someone she had already chosen. Well, if he had, that was just tough, because he really liked the look of this one. She could do everything for him just fine.

"And your name, Miss?"

Patrick could tell that this girl was the type who did as she told, and he liked that. However, if he were to need her in the situations he gets into, she would have to break some of the rules and help him, whatever the costs. She seemed fit enough to do that.

Julia smiled and nodded at what he said. He took her hand and kissed it. She felt as if she was in one of those eighteenth century movies. "I am Julia Hennigton. The pleasure is all mine, Patrick." she said. She could have giggled, but she held it in. She grinned, she had gotten a job! Her parents would be so proud of her.

Dozer gave her a charming smile as she gave him her name. Taylor. It fit her. She still seemed a little ill at ease but at this point he didn't know how to fix that. After thinking about it he would probably be just as squeemish if he was in her place. "Don't worry. This won't be as bad as you think it will be." He gave her what he hoped was a reassuring wink. It was true though. She was lucky she hadn't been chosen by one of his other siblings.

Dozer nodded his head at Damon. The situation was an undesirable one but one they had to work through none the less. The Delamere family was a close knit one and when one wanted something they all pitched in to help. He nudged his brother a little. "You might want to choose one now. They all seem to be going quickly."

It was true that this whole song and dance was a little on the boring side but Antonin was always one for the dramatic. This whole stage song and dance thing was getting old fast. He looked down at Taylor and felt a small tinge of remorse but tamped it down quickly. There was no use in getting upset over everything, nothing would change what was going to happen.

Edith was only very vaguely alert at this point, just watching as her siblings made their picks on which servants they wanted; all of her brothers going for female servants of course, and her sisters eyeing the male servants.
Was she the only one who didn't care if her servant was male or female? Perhaps. Just like she was probably the only one who'd give an arm and a leg to be finishing her book, visiting the horses, or playing tennis right now. She wasn't even sure at this point, if it was her turn yet; what order were they going in, again? Oldest to youngest? What? The girl scanned the crowd of servants then, noting that there were barely any girls left at this point, and turned her gaze back toward her siblings, watching the way some of them exchanged not-so-friendly glances.

"Laura, you're the oldest girl," said Edith a bit suddenly and unexpectedly, since she wasn't one to talk much. "Have you taken your pick yet?" She raised a blonde eyebrow at her sister before noting that Marie seemed to have already chosen a servant. But she was seventeen, weren't she and Laura supposed to go before her?
Oh Merlin, why was this so confusing? Well, if they were going to just randomly pick without a specific order, then she'd better choose a servant quickly. Edith returned her green-eyed gaze to the servants then, eyeing the ones who had not yet been chosen. It was then that she noted a girl about fourteen years in age, one that was unusually quiet and seemed terribly nervous to be here. "You," she said to Violet. "C'mere," she ordered simply, gesturing to the girl with her wand, which had almost set someone on fire earlier. Edith was a bit of a danger when she was treating her wand so carelessly.

Meanwhile, back in the crowd of servants, Fabien was examining through inquisitive blue eyes the way the Delamere men were already making their choices on servants, all of them choosing a girl servant. He wondered vaguely if this was a rule, that the servant must be the opposite gender of his or her master, or if the Delameres were just looking to have some fun with them. Whatever the reason may be, the blond boy took note of all of this, of the Delameres' actions, of the way they spoke so formally and put on charming smiles for their female servants, though something about it all gave him the slightest hint of a.... bad feeling.
But it was then, in the middle of his observations, that he caught sight of one of the Delamere girls pointing in his direction, something which got his dark eyebrows to raise slightly in mild surprise. What, was he being chosen already? He wasn't sure, as the girl hadn't quite indicated he could approach her just yet, and though she pointed in his direction he could see that she was addressing one of her sisters instead. Huh. He opted best to remain at his place for now, until he received some sort of command from one of the Delameres, though he gave a brief nod of his head at the girl and the faintest hint of a polite smile on his lips, not wanting to be rude when a pretty girl of such high status was taking notice of him, though he had no way of knowing whether this acknowledgement had been a good or a bad thing.

"It really isn't." Shaking his head slightly and smiling. This was going to be so much fun. He had never had his own personal servant before, and not such a beautiful one anyway. However, servant was such an ugly for a pretty girl. He couldn't say she's my servant, so he planned on changing it to my Julia. Perfect and simple.

Patrick gently put his arm around to symbolize that no one else could choose her. Fact. "Now, my dear; you do realise that being picked by me is probably one of the greatest things that happened to you. You could have been picked by her...-" He signalled with his head over to the little Delamere, and chuckled lightly. He still felt sorry for the girl who Violet had picked. "...However, you do promise to be devoted to me right? Because, I picked you becuase I feel you to be the one most loyal and, of course, charming ones here."

"Especially the girls." Patrick nudged his brothers and smirked. It seemed the girls were a popular choice this time. Shame for the boys really, but he couldn't really have much fun if he had chosen a boy. There would be too much tension about who would own the place, competition. Even if he was the boss of his servant, he couldn't be bothering with a boy.

Iris giggled then nodded. Alright. So she had her choice. And it was all thanks to Marie. At least he was cute looking. "Oooh, good choice," she said with a smile. Heh, she was going to have fun and so what if it was at the expense of others? She would be enjoying it and that was what mattered the most.

Taylor coughed a bit, but only because she thought that the Delemare males were all pigs. "You said it, not me," she muttered, realizing how rude that was. Especially since she was nothing better than a house elf now. "My apologies sir, please excuse my rudeness," Taylor said. Immediately feeling disgusted for saying that in the first place. Taylor didn't apologize, people apologized to her. It was odd to see how the tables had turned.

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SPOILER!!: Sonja

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Originally Posted by Riverlynn (Post 9628961) Sonja had been watching the goings on with a detached amusement. The siblings of the house were obviously as anxious to get this all said and done as the soon to be servants were. She could tell that they were all being appraised. She squirmed uncomfortably as she felt eyes pass over her. Her traveling cloak covered the gesture but it grated on her nerves all the same. She was still in the relative safety of the shadows and her hood was still in place giving her plenty of cover. With any luck she would be passed over and be the last to be chosen. Of course, luck wasn't on her side. She felt still more eyes on her and then one of the older looking guys detached himself from the group and headed right for her. Her heart rate kicked up a few notches but she kept her calm. His voice and demeanor were smooth and sophisticated as he indicated that he wished for her to be his servant. And he was the head of the family no less! Her blush and small smile were thankfully hidden from his eyes. Schooling her features, she took one last look at him from the relative shelter of her cloak. This was it. There was no turning back now. Straightening up to her full height, caramel eyes flashing Sonja took a calming breath. Long slender hands emerged from the confines of her cloak. Her fingers grabbed the edge of her hood and pulled back. Long blond wavy hair cascaded down to her waist accentuating her elfin features and sharp caramel eyes. With slow precision she raised her eyes to her new master, silently screaming inside at having to call him that. She extended her hand with all the grace of a princess and gave him a charming smile in turn. "Sonja Lockwood. And the honor is mine I assure you."

Antonin smirked as the girl played right into his charms. "Sonja," he said, kissing her delicate hand before pulling away. "It is, I assure you. But you'll see that soon enough, I suppose. In the meantime, let us watch the spectacle my younger siblings make of this all. It should be... amusing. You are quite lucky you were picked first. By me." And, even though it was partially his ego talking, he was pretty sure being fought over was not something Sonja would want. At least, not between Patrick and Violet. No one wanted to be Violet's choice... that was certain. Who would want to look after her, as opposed to the gentle, mischievous wooing he or his brothers and other sisters would offer?

SPOILER!!: Okaaaaay then...

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Originally Posted by Hollister (Post 9630357) SPOILER!!: Iris, Marie Sigh. Women. "Yes, but there's not many people like that. Someone who has a strong personality likes to show it." Patrick rolled his eyes, like him for example. He was strong on the inside, and wanted to show the world how awesome he was. Once Antonin picked, Patrick smirked to himself. FINALLY. "Right, I'm choosing now." He declared, eyeing Freya up and down. Atleast he was quicker than his older brother. Strangely, Patrick could tell that Freya was a muggleborn, and he could really have some fun with that. He beckoned over to him with a slight smirk and kissed her hand when she approached. "Patrick Delamere, pleasure to meet you." Usually he would have scowled and wouldn't have dared to touch her, but he had been told that he had to be friendly, regardless.

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Originally Posted by samthehpfreak (Post 9630360) Violet reacted immediately "NO!!! YOU CAN'T HAVE HER I ALREADY DIBSED HER" she yelled stubbornly trying (but failing) to pull her brother away. She didn't care if she got in trouble, no one goes against Violet's word unless they want pure 6 year old torture, which Violet was very good at giving. She was sure some one would pull her away soon enough and tell her she was being a stubborn prat, but she didn't care she was going to try at least. And plus Violet wasn't good at making a second choice, she didn't like it, it made her feel small and never good enough for the first pick

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Originally Posted by city_girl_95 (Post 9630368) Violet stop! Laura called with command in her voice and picked her up, pulling her away from her brother, she knelt down to her, you do not bring down the front just becuase you can't get what you want! You will pick another one and you will be quiet! she said spoke firmly, she didn't like getting annoyed with her sister, but she had to on this occasion, she turned away from her sister and turned her eyes back to her new boy

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Originally Posted by Hollister (Post 9630369) Patrick rolled his eyes and let go of the girl's hand. He did used to jump at Violet's loud outbursts. But now, they were so common, he was always expecting one. "God, you are a loud witch." - excuse the pun. "I'll pick someone else. You can keep your soon to be chew toy." He shrugged at Freya, knowing that she was going to get ripped to pieces by the little girl. Patrick waved a hand at Laura. "No, it's fine. I'll pick another. Otherwise I'll have her on my back for the rest of the bloody year." He then noticed another girl who seemed perfectly capable, and this time a pureblood. He raised his eyebrows at her [Julia], to symbolize 'Please come here.'

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Originally Posted by samthehpfreak (Post 9630383) Violet still wasn't happy, she had gotten what she wanted sure, but she still didn't like the fact that he had even tried to take the one she dibsed. "I won't chew her, that's just gross" she said under her breathe folding her arms, she was grateful but generally annoyed, why was she the youngest? and always had to listen to her siblings? craziness. But they had made the right decision, Violet had a nasty temper that lasted for ages. Now she felt kind of embarrassed, she had completely humiliated herself by acting like a stuck up prat, meh she was 6, wasn't she. "I promise I don't bite" she said to Freya, she might as well start some where in making herself seem more mature then any normal six year old.

Freya's first instinct, when the male Delamere snatched her up, was a shudder (of disgust), a little vomiting in her mouth, and the slightest spike of hormones. He was handsome, yes, but truly revolting to her. Like the corpse of Adonis, he was beautiful, but completely untouchable as well. And then, as she blushed (angrily, she assured herself), the small Delamere opened her big mouth... and sealed Freya's fate as a babysitter. Lovely... She would have to deal with that demon. Why did she want her, anyway?

"I don't suppose I have a say in this," she grunted, glowering as her hair was blown into her face. Just don't stick me with that... thing. I'll be chewed apart like one of her little dollies. In Freya's opinion, small purebloods were the worst of them all. Little devils in the rough. Eww.

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Luciandus stood, still watching as they went down the line, picking and bickering aimlessly. Was this all they cared about, getting the one servant they wanted? Could they not all serve together, instead of sectioning off to separate, domestic Hells? Could they not stand together and act civil? Was it really beyond their abilities to cooperate? How he was loathing this, bit by bit.... Luc wasn't beyond domestic services, but he couldn't stand the selfishness and idiocy these Delameres were spewing from the agape mouths. Even if they were such mysteriously beautiful people.

Marie noticed the boy that Iris was going to choose looking. She gave him a smile back. "Oh Look now Iris! He's smiling at you!" she whispered, giggiling softly and innocently.
Julia kept a grin on her face. Then he put his arms around her. To any other ordinary man she would have slapped them so hard that they would not remember their own name. But she was his property now. She followed her eyes to the littlest Delamere. She blushed. "Patrick, I promise to be devoted to you. Always." she said. "You are far too kind sir to pay those compliments to me." She loved the attention she got from him. She felt like royalty.
Marie smiled at her sister. Phew, she agreed with Marie. "Thank you!" she said curtsying. "Now I just hope we get them!" She laughed silently.

One of the female Delemare's eyes glazed over her. Unsure what to do, she glanced down at the floor. She stuck her hand in her pocket and felt her wand, but didn't remove her wand.

"no not really" Violet said happily, she wasn't happy though. All of her siblings knew she hated dolls, she thought they were stupid and insignificant pieces of plastic. "but really, would you rather be with him?" she asked raising an eyebrow. Violet felt as though all these stupid people that had come here thought she, Violet Delamere, was just another ordinary 6 year old, no Violet was much more intelligent than any 6 yr old, and she was mature... most of the time. She hated dresses and dolls, and anything that most 6 yr olds like, she had read extremely thick books and she was pure hell if you annoyed her enough

Dozer chuckled as he heard her muttered comment. When she went to apologize he waved it away. "I know this might be what your used to but I assure you that I will try and make this as painless as possible. And don't apologize for speaking your mind. I don't mind in the slightest. And it's Dozer if you don't mind. Sir or master just sounds too formal for my tastes."

He gave her another charming smile. He might not be able to set her completely at ease but he was hoping to at least help her relax a little. She seemed to be from a well to do family so he was curious as to why she was here. He could tell by her cloths and well kept hair that she was used to the best in life, so why had she decided to become a servant for hire. It was a mystery and an interesting one at that. "So, why are you here if you don't mind my asking."

Sonja kept the docile smile on her face for a split second longer and then let it drop. His arrogant speech and his positive reassurance that she was extremely lucky was interesting to listen to. He sounded like he believed everything he said with utmost certainty. She had spent most of her life with his kind but she hadn't ever heard the complete acceptance that was evident in his tone. It was both disgusting and annoying to listen to.

With a soft sigh she followed him to the outskirts of the crowd. She would be stuck to him like glue from here on out. The thought made her queezy. Sweeping back her long blond hair she had to fight the urge to pull her hood back up over her head. Placing her hands resolutely at her sides she looked up at Antonin with a cool calculating stare. "So, at this point what should I expect as my duties and what shall I call you? Sir? Master?" You highness?

She kept that last bit to herself but hadn't managed to keep all of the sarcasm from her voice. This was completely humiliating. Her only saving grace was that no one from her previous life would be here. Shoving thoughts of the past from her mind she went back to studying her new employer.

Taylor just nodded. This person was too informal. Did he not know he was part of one of the most, no, the most powerful wizarding family? "Of course, s- I mean, Dozer," Taylor said, almost cringing but not. She flipped her blonde hair over her shoulder. had she not been here, she would be at home, running her silver brush through it one hundred times. She hoped they had mirrors, she needed to make sure she still looked nice, or at least decent.

Then he asked why she was here. Taylor wasn't exactly sure of it. "If I knew the answer, I would tell you," she said honestly. She didn't want to be here, she wanted to go to Milan, Korea, New York, she wanted to go shopping. But no, her parents stuck her up with this or else disinheritance and she wanted her fortune!!

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Originally Posted by Riverlynn (Post 9633152) Dozer chuckled as he heard her muttered comment. When she went to apologize he waved it away. "I know this might be what your used to but I assure you that I will try and make this as painless as possible. And don't apologize for speaking your mind. I don't mind in the slightest. And it's Dozer if you don't mind. Sir or master just sounds too formal for my tastes." He gave her another charming smile. He might not be able to set her completely at ease but he was hoping to at least help her relax a little. She seemed to be from a well to do family so he was curious as to why she was here. He could tell by her cloths and well kept hair that she was used to the best in life, so why had she decided to become a servant for hire. It was a mystery and an interesting one at that. "So, why are you here if you don't mind my asking." Sonja kept the docile smile on her face for a split second longer and then let it drop. His arrogant speech and his positive reassurance that she was extremely lucky was interesting to listen to. He sounded like he believed everything he said with utmost certainty. She had spent most of her life with his kind but she hadn't ever heard the complete acceptance that was evident in his tone. It was both disgusting and annoying to listen to. With a soft sigh she followed him to the outskirts of the crowd. She would be stuck to him like glue from here on out. The thought made her queezy. Sweeping back her long blond hair she had to fight the urge to pull her hood back up over her head. Placing her hands resolutely at her sides she looked up at Antonin with a cool calculating stare. "So, at this point what should I expect as my duties and what shall I call you? Sir? Master?" You highness? She kept that last bit to herself but hadn't managed to keep all of the sarcasm from her voice. This was completely humiliating. Her only saving grace was that no one from her previous life would be here. Shoving thoughts of the past from her mind she went back to studying her new employer.

Antonin smiled as she girl followed him. Sonja... Right. He'd have to remember that. "You may call me whatever you wish," he replied, glancing her over again. Yes... She wouldn't be the type to blatantly mock him. "Sir, Master, Mister Delamere, Antonin... Anything respectful, my dear. I care not what I am hailed by." After a moment, he sent a charming smile. "And you, Miss Sonja? What would you wish to be called by your employer?"

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Originally Posted by LadyEsperanza (Post 9633168) A fierce looking girl came up to her with a hand out and a six year old close in tail. That was odd. But she smiled anyway, sure it didn't reach her eyes. "I suppose. I've never felt so... vunerable." She said, honestly. "And I have the feeling..." She muted her voice until only the girl could hear it. "That this isn't going to be what I signed up for. I mean... I wanted to come... heal souls, do volunteer work. And all of a sudden I feel like a-" She let the word drop off, blushing. "I'm Ava Mercy Estrella Moncur. You can pick and use any one of those names, though my first name is Ava-Mercy. If I ever need them, on the upside, I have quite a few aliases."

"You ought to watch yourself," Freya said, her eyes becoming harsh. These people... they weren't the normal purebloods, and she knew it. Looking down at the little demon that was her new boss, she looked back at the girl. Ava... Moncur. So she was a pureblood, too. Fiddlesticks. She was hoping this girl, kind and innocent to the eye, would be one of her kind. Freya would ask the little imp for an agreement, but, not wanting to become a chew toy, she decided otherwise. "You're here to help... I guarantee you won't be able to do it. Not the way you intend to. These people need no soul-healing. Isn't that right, Violet?" They were far too beyond 'soul-healing'. They were monsters, as dictated by their blood. And she.. she was as narrow-minded as them. So narrow-minded she couldn't see it.

Finally an honest answer. Well, it was an answer that got him even more curious. She was her for a reason and she had to have some idea why. "Did your parents leave you here?" She was well dressed and well kept which hinted at money and there was only a few reasons that a rich girl would be doing service for another. Well only a few that he knew of.

His smile was charming she would give him that. His smooth answers were more then she was expecting though. She would have to work extra hard to keep her guard up. Sonja nodded her head her caramel eyes studying him. He was a man that was well practiced in charming his way into any woman's heart. Every word was meant to seduce and entice. She would have to stay vigilant around him.

She gave him a small shy smile. "Sonja will do." There was something happening here, something she couldn't quite put her finger on. She sighed internally and went back to surveying the rest of the Delamere siblings. Though, she couldn't keep from shooting occasional glances at Antonin. "You still haven't told me what I should expect of my duties."

Taylor shrugged. "No, they threatened to disinherit me if I didn't do this," she huffed. Like, how could they do that to her? Seriously, they weren't going to pass it onto someone else like her... like her cousin were they? Oh... maybe it was because she made her parents 'ashamed' when she started bickering with her perfect cousin at the party. Oh who cares. She was stuck here!!

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Originally Posted by Riverlynn (Post 9633303) Finally an honest answer. Well, it was an answer that got him even more curious. She was her for a reason and she had to have some idea why. "Did your parents leave you here?" She was well dressed and well kept which hinted at money and there was only a few reasons that a rich girl would be doing service for another. Well only a few that he knew of. His smile was charming she would give him that. His smooth answers were more then she was expecting though. She would have to work extra hard to keep her guard up. Sonja nodded her head her caramel eyes studying him. He was a man that was well practiced in charming his way into any woman's heart. Every word was meant to seduce and entice. She would have to stay vigilant around him. She gave him a small shy smile. "Sonja will do." There was something happening here, something she couldn't quite put her finger on. She sighed internally and went back to surveying the rest of the Delamere siblings. Though, she couldn't keep from shooting occasional glances at Antonin. "You still haven't told me what I should expect of my duties."

She was hesitant, but taken by his charm and natural beauty. Smirking slightly to himself - which he passed along as the expression of an older brother smugly watching the rest of his family stumble and fall in their first impression to their new serving staff - he felt as Sonja's eyes left him... and traveled right back. "Very well," he replied smoothly. "Sonja it is." Looking into her eyes, he smiled enticingly, giving that head-tilted look which was both madly adorable and completely seductive. "What is the origin of your name? I must know... it is enticingly different. A breath of fresh air, one might say." Sonja... That was most unique.

"You will not do such menial things as cleaning," Antonin answered calmly. "I do not expect that of you. Instead, you will cater to my personal needs. More of a secretary than a mere servant. I, after all, take care of the family business. Investments, you see. You will do everything I find necessary at the last moment, rather than routinely tasks. It is not as explainable as it seems. Do not worry... it won't be tough work. I wouldn't ask that of any pureblood, nevermind a beautiful one. Mustn't disgrace blood lines, of course."

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Originally Posted by LadyEsperanza (Post 9633357) Ava-Mercy blinked a few times. There was something wrong about this girl. Not wrong, no- more like... knowing. Freya knew more then she let on, and kept just as many secrets. She watched the other girl's eyes narrow at her last name. No surprise. Her parents had gone somewhere untraceable, abandoning her to her mansion- and the Moncurs hadn't been heard of in a while. She wrapped her arms around herself protectively from the chill coming off the girl, and her expression was genuine- warm. "If I can't do it... Isn't that all the more reason to try?" She asked earnestly. "I'm not... naive. But have you ever been told something is impossible, and felt the need to accomplish it all the more?" Her Irish eyes lit knowingly.

"I suppose you have a point," Freya replied, still turned off by this girl's blood. The Moncurs hadn't been seen in some time, but it was still a pureblood name. She knew most of them. After all, while Freya loathed purebloods, she wasn't misinformed. She would much rather know what she was hating than stay in the dark of it all.

Dozer couldn't hide his shocked look as she explained why she was here. He couldn't imagine being disinherited. Though, his family was different from others. He couldn't see his parents ever turning one of their children away. "Wow. That's harsh. So virtually it was get a job or get out?" He shook his head and gave her a small smile. There wasn't much he could say to help that. It was beyond brutal for them to treat her that way.

She hadn't exactly been expecting that but it wasn't undesirable. Her blood status was clearly extremely important to him and doing common tasks was not something she wanted to be doing anyway. Secretary? It could be worse. Sonja chuckled to herself softly. Shaking out her long hair she went back to studying Antonin.

He was trying to get to know her on a personal level. Showing interest in her name and calling her beautiful. Sonja had a small twinge of something as she thought about that. No one had ever called her beautiful. Slapping herself mentally she shoved those emotions away, they were dangerous to dwell on. Clasping her hands in front of her, she looked up at Antonin. "It's Russian and Scandinavian. It means Wisdom. Antonin, that's french isn't it?"

Sonja put a small amount of interest into her voice but also kept it light. Her eyes roamed over everyone in the backyard staying resolutely away from him. She had a definite air of nonchalance and sophisticated businesslike detachment. She would have to keep that level of detachment if she wanted to keep her head. Antonin was already trying to worm his way under her skin.

Rushed!
 

No really? She couldn't tell. Her parents were always like that with her. Just because she didn't graduate top of her class like dear old cousin Mayberry. "Pretty much, I'm supposed to be in Paris," she sighed. And it was amazing there... there was nice clothes, cute French guys and it was called the city of Romance! Which person didn't want to be there? And not to mention the cute clothes! Then she had a question. "If you don't mind me asking, Mis- Dozer," Taylor said, catching herself last second, "Where will we, as the servants be staying?" Taylor almost cringed when she referred to herself as a servant. Oh... what has the world become!!!

Sonja gave Antonin a small smile though inside she was trying to remain as ice. More flattery and smooth words. Lovely. She hadn't met any of his other siblings so she couldn't really be the judge. "Being the oldest they had to give you a strong name. I approve." Not that he needed or wanted her approval but she certainly didn't want to get started on the wrong foot. This would be easier if they could establish a friendly working relationship.

Dozer couldn't keep the smile from his face. Like any typical girl she was obsessed with shopping and any well to do wizard or witch with money knew that Paris was the best place for shopping. Well, that was good to know. Maybe he could win her over that way. A few ideas formed in his head but his thoughts were distracted as she asked where she would be staying.

"You and the others will be staying in the house. Most likely in a room close to me."

Taylor nodded in understanding. At least they weren't being stuck into something like a closet, that was good. "Sounds nice," she said. She still preferred her own bed, all purple, the color of royalty and white. She would miss her perfect room and not to mention that gigantic walk in closet with the gold doors. Ugh. Stupid parents making her do this. Her closet was going to miss her too!! And her clothes! Taylor had no more questions, so she remained silent.

Oh, the joys of being a servant. She wasn't even really one yet and she felt like she was going to hate it.

"it matters, because you don't want to be stuck with someone you don't like" she explained, feeling like an idiot she thought these kind of things were obvious. Violet couldn't help smiling... evilly, she could tell that Freya didn't like her too much, but that would all change with a bit of pure six year old-ness

Dozer was a little uncomfortable with the silence that descended after her last comment. It was clear that she would rather be anywhere but here but she had no choice. It seems he had more in common with her then he had first realized. "We can even spice up your room if you'd like. Give it a touch of home maybe?" He was extending her an olive branch, trying to play nice in a sense.

Taylor was a surprised at how nice he was being. There had to be an ulterior motive. No one was nice to her, well, not much people were nice to her without a reason. "Sounds lovely but I can make do with what there is," Taylor said. She was nothing better than a house elf now so, she might as well deal with it. She was being treated better than an elf as well and she supposed it was best not to take advantage of this. How un-Slytherin like of her. Taylor did not like that either.

Yes I believe so, she said, pointing to one of the boys [Dominic], she had originally wanted someone else, but she had decided to be magnaminous and change her mind, and you? she asked Edith, leaning against a wall, she was already done, why could she not just go to the stables, at least then she would be doing something that was worth her time, and violet was just bored, she needed to be near a book soon, or she would get violent

Patrick ignored the snide comment jabbed towards him from his littlest sister. Meh, he had started it, and he shouldn't have been surprised that she was going to throw it right back in his face.

He turned back to Julia.

"Not at all. If I want you to be loyal and respect me, I have to respect you, right?" That would soon change in a matter of days. However, he felt the need to butter her up ever so slightly, so as to gain her trust before asking her to do anything dangerous. Because that what he loved doing the most; dangerous things.

Patrick glanced in the direction of Dozer, and smirked. He sounded like he was doing more than what he was doing. Dozer made it sound like his servant was a royal guest or something. That would only make it even harder for him to boss her around. "C'mon Dozer, don't spoil her." I'm sure she's already uncomfortable. Just like all the other servants were. But, not surprisingly, Patrick was relaxed.

He was now itching to go back inside. The cold breeze blew up Patrick's blazer sleeves and gave a tiny cold shiver, this was not the look he was hoping to achieve, he didn't want to be cold on the inside AND on the outside. "So, Julia." He smiled as warmly as he could, failing slightly. "Why are you here? Dropped off by parents like the rest of 'em?"

Dozer shrugged and went back to surveying the backyard. Well, she can't ever say he didn't make the offer. Maybe she felt more comfortable distancing herself from him and everything in the house. If that was the way she wanted it them fine. The smile dropped from his face. The need to flee, flee to anywhere that wasn't this house and this situation nearly choked him. It left him with a bad taste in his mouth and an icy chill in its wake.

Dozer glanced up as Patrick addressed him and he gave his brother a good- natured grin. He noticed how Patrick was hanging all over his new girl and shook his head. "Your right. I think I might need to be spoiling yours, the poor girl doesn't know what shes in for." Dozer raised his eyebrows playfully. Him and Patrick had different views on a lot of different things. Patrick relished trouble and danger and didn't care who else got hurt in the process. Dozer loved his brother but his antics were getting a little old. Still, this was a family affair and he should at least play nice.

For now.

Patrick loved his younger brother dearly, but the idea of Dozer 'spoiling' his servant was complete no no. Julia was now his, and he would just get extremely jealous if any of his siblings tried to have her for themselves; because he had chosen, and that was fair.

Although, Patrick was a never fair person himself.

He laughed at the lighthearted fun. However, if Dozer were serious, it would be a very different laugh all together. "Nah. She's been picked by one of the best. I mean, it's not like I'm going to make her do anything dangerous." .. not that she knew of as of yet.

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Originally Posted by samthehpfreak (Post 9633615) "it matters, because you don't want to be stuck with someone you don't like" she explained, feeling like an idiot she thought these kind of things were obvious. Violet couldn't help smiling... evilly, she could tell that Freya didn't like her too much, but that would all change with a bit of pure six year old-ness

Who said I like any of you? Freya returned the small demon's smile and wiggled her toes in her boots. They were beginning to get cold... Drawing her luxurious shawl - it provided in looks, but not at all in functionality - around her shoulders a bit tighter, making a quip mentally about blue-bloodedness, she opened her mouth to reply more gracefully. "I know none of you," Freya replied smoothly, her voice much more regal than it had been when she played the part of a muggle-born. "Therefore, who am I to make decisions? I leave this in the hands of my employers, hoping it shall work out for the best. And if not, a switch can always be arranged, no?"

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Originally Posted by Riverlynn (Post 9633540) Sonja gave Antonin a small smile though inside she was trying to remain as ice. More flattery and smooth words. Lovely. She hadn't met any of his other siblings so she couldn't really be the judge. "Being the oldest they had to give you a strong name. I approve." Not that he needed or wanted her approval but she certainly didn't want to get started on the wrong foot. This would be easier if they could establish a friendly working relationship.

"I appreciate your approval," Antonin replied, smiling. "The rest were namesakes, I believe. King Richard, St. Patrick... Aptly named, though not nearly as unique." Though, Antoinette was original.. Very original. "I did not listen to the reasoning behind their given names. They, themselves, should know. It is a pity Mother and Father died with Violet," he motioned to the little girl holding the hand of the brown and blue servant, "so young." He didn't as much care; his parents had held him back. They were beautiful and powerful, but too weak. They would not go through such things to make themselves better as he would. He could lead the Delamere clan into their destined greatness unlike past family heads could. He was their saint, their patron, their king. He was doing this for himself, but also for them... And it was a brilliant plan he had thought of, as well.

Julia smiled softly. She nodded. No one had really given her respect since she was a famous movie star. She saw Dozer too. Something was noticeably different between the two. Dozer seemed.. almost kinder? Poor Taylor, Julia could see how uneasy her "new" friend felt. But Patrick was kind too.. or at least she thought so.

Julia shivered slightly, she hoped that she would go inside soon. Why couldn't they all hurry up? "Well Patrick. My parents did suggest to come here, because my other job didn't exactly work out. I was in the movie buissness." she said. She paused a minute, she wanted to say enough about her. "So what house were you in at Hogwarts?" she asked. He seemed pretty familiar. Maybe they had been in the same house.

Once Patrick had noticed that Julia had shivered also, it meant that it was time to go inside, however he wasn't feeling ready to leave everyone just yet, just incase Antonin had something important to say. Probably not, but still, Patrick liked to be in places where there were crowds, and this was going to be as good as it got. Just a few more siblings to choose and it would be over with.

"What an excellent choice your parents made, love." Patrick said, quite relieved that she had came on her own accord, and not because of pushy parents. Patrick raised his eyebrow. Now, from what he could remember, 'movies' were a muggle thing; he didn't like that. But, if Julia was in the business of said institution, he should look interested. "Oh really? ... umm, I'm not really sure what that entails. But, what was your part in the movies?" To be honest, he was a little interested. He had always tried not to be, as not really liking muggle society, but how could you not be interested when his own personal servant had had a career in that field?

"Hogwarts? Ahh. I graduated there about ... 8 years a go?" Patrick sighed. He couldn't believe it had been so long. "And I was in Slytherin of course. I mean, it was the most ambitious. What about yourself, dear?"

Violet eyed Freya, she appeared to be smarter than she looked. "yeah" she said slowly, before going back to scratching her tummy, it was ITCHY!!!!!! curse the stupid dress she wore, it was itchy. But none of her siblings paid attention to these things, they only cared if she was ruining something of their own. Turns out, Violet is having an allergic reaction to a fabric in her dress

Violet gave her look, a 'you truly are an idiot' look. "no I'm not itchy" she said sarcastically moving to scratch her arms. Itchy hives started to appear on her. She hated her dress, absolutely hated it. "I don't know, I've never worn it before" she said, scratching hard at her arms

Julia remembered that this family was extremely prejudice towards muggle stuff. Her own family was like this but Julia wasn't like it. She was more open. "I was an actress." she explained, she hoped he would understand. "But, its a weird buisness because sometimes people want you and sometimes they don't." She sighed. She missed walking down the aisle dressed in a beautiful gown.

"Ah! I was also in Slytherin. Best house. I graduated.. about six years ago." she explained. She smiled as she said this. She remembered someone that looked like him that played cards. "Do you play cards?" she asked him, to see if he gambled.

Marie started to tap her foot softly, she was about to fold her arms but she didn't. She couldn't, it would just make people think badly of her. She really hoped she could get that cute one [Fabien]. Maybe she could get Antonin to give her the power to do that. She looked at her siblings older than her by a year. She could do that...

Violet gave her another 'you truly are an idiot' look. If Freya was smart she would have realised that Violet was against the idea of wearing the dress but she had to, because it made her look like 'proper' or something idiotic like that "I can't get changed, I'm not allowed" she said getting rather annoyed

Dozer couldn't really think of anything else to say or do so he kept leaning against his wall. Patrick's reply had been playful but he could tell that his brother was getting protective of his new toy. He certainly didn't feel like getting into it over something as simple as a servant so Dozer didn't push the issue. His attention was caught momentarily as Taylor's blond hair was flipped over her shoulder. He grinned in amusement. Something had obviously gotten her frustrated but he didn't know what. He wasn't sure he wanted to know.

Sonja listened to Antonin's explanation but remained still and passive. She didn't quite have anything to add to the conversation so she kept her peace. She was slightly amazed at his level of arrogance and ego. He thought himself the king of this family, perhaps even the king of the world. How am I supposed to handle him?

Sighing inwardly, she appraised him once again. She might have called him a little crazy but the word seemed to mild for him. Well, this is where she had ended up so she might as well learn to deal. Which probably meant she should say something at least.

"I'm sorry for your loss. I'm sure you are fully capable of taking care of your family in their place and I am now here to assist in anyway that I can." Her tone was neutral and devoid of emotion. Completely business like.

Dozer shook his head. He knew this wasn't the greatest thing to be doing but it was necessary. They didn't really have a choice. "I'm sorry but we can't leave until everyone has picked and Antonin gives the all clear." He didn't like it anymore then she did but it wasn't something he could change. He wouldn't risk upsetting Antonin, not so soon after getting back home.

Well, if that didn't tell her everything she needed to know nothing else would have. Sonja shook her head and ran her hand up and down her arms a few times. The night was wearing on and all of the siblings had yet to choose. Shifting her weight from foot to foot a couple of times to relieve some muscle aches, Sonja folded her arms neatly behind her back.

Taking a deep breath, Sonja gave a wry smile that faded as quickly as it came. "No need to thank me." I have no where else to go.

"An actress?" Patrick was expecting Julia to say something a little less respectable, like a stage cleaner or someone's assistant. But actress caught him off guard slightly. "I'm wondering if your weren't very 'famous', considering you're now working as a servant." He raised his eyebrow and smirked. "But I've heard it's a cut - throat business, so maybe its a good idea you left." He nodded. Ha, the others should have been jealous now.

His servant was once recentely an actress; and to be honest he didn't care whether she had suceeded or not, because it still meant she had talent.

"Good girl." Patrick's arm was still around her shoulders, and he squeezed her a little before deciding it would be best to face her, if they were to talk. Patrick was 6 foot, and it wasn't unusual for him to be taller than most people, and Julia was no exception. The way in which she changed the subject, and a smiled had sparked up on her pretty face, suggested that she was attending Hogwarts the same time as he, however, he most probably didn't recognize her, considering he didn't talk to anyone younger than himself. "Yes; anything in which I could potentially win money. Though my favourite game is poker. Why?" Patrick remembered that he used to play cards a lot at school. None of his friends were ever brave enough to play poker with him in secret, so he had to wait until he was old enough, or find dodgy places of his own accord.

"I don't own any dresses, besides this one" Violet explained. "I don't like dresses, they're annoying" she said still scratching her arm, this person wasn't helpful at all, really.

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Originally Posted by Riverlynn (Post 9637780) Well, if that didn't tell her everything she needed to know nothing else would have. Sonja shook her head and ran her hand up and down her arms a few times. The night was wearing on and all of the siblings had yet to choose. Shifting her weight from foot to foot a couple of times to relieve some muscle aches, Sonja folded her arms neatly behind her back. Taking a deep breath, Sonja gave a wry smile that faded as quickly as it came. "No need to thank me." I have no where else to go.

"Oh, but there was," Antonin replied, his voice ranging from debonair to stuffy. "Ettiquette is never wasted on beautiful, pureblood women."

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Originally Posted by samthehpfreak (Post 9638691) "I don't own any dresses, besides this one" Violet explained. "I don't like dresses, they're annoying" she said still scratching her arm, this person wasn't helpful at all, really.

What kind of 'proper' pureblood girl ony had one dress? "Okay," Freya muttered, raising her eyebrows in mild surprise. "I just thought that, talking of how you haven't worn this dress before and how you have to be proper..." Stopping, Freya looked away. She didn't have to explain herself to his little girl (who made absolutely no sense whatsoever).

Julia nodded. "Yes an actress. Well actually I had to go under a different name." she explained. She was on the cover of most of the magazines when she was eighteen. She grinned remembering girls coming up to her and trying to get her autograph. Ahh.. those were the good days...
She smiled. "I agree, I'm glad I left. It was a weird place and the people who I worked with were backstabbers." she said sharply. 'Pretend' friends trying to steal your boyfriend. Yes, Julia had dealt with it all.

Julia, felt safe again, and she barely knew him. She listened to what Patrick had to say about himself. Gosh he was tall, he towered over her by almost six inches or maybe even more. Julia was 5'6 ft without heels. With Heels she could be any height.
"Ahh.. A Poker fan? I don't know you just seem like the type of guy to play cards. I play a bit of Poker." she said, and she was pretty good at it, but she wasn't going to say anything about it. She gave him a pretty smile.

"no no no, They think I have dresses but I choose to wear other clothes" Violet whispered. She didn't like dresses, and she never wore them, so why would she have any? She had secretly disposed of them months ago.

"well I didn't know if any of them gave me hives, because I didn't wear them" Violet explained, and even if she had worn them she would've gotten changed as soon as she was left alone. "I guess it could help, in case I ever have to wear a stupid dress again" she said, with a small tone of thanks in her voice.

"Of course." Wow, have I really been away from high society that long? Sonja was mildly amazed at herself. All of these things should have been second nature to her but for one reason or another she was finding the information hard to recall.

Though, every time Antonin mentioned something about etiquette she seemed to remember a little more. Sonja was confident that before long everything else would come back to her. " I'm curious to know where we shall be staying, the other...employees and myself that is." She couldn't bring herself to use the word servant, it was just too degrading when said out loud. Though Antonin had assured her that she wouldn't be doing any laborious tasks, he had called it more secretarial work. She could handle that, maybe she could start using that label?

This muggle thing that Julia did was really strange. Why would you enroll in such an institution if you already knew it was going to be quite horrific, unless you were extremely careful, and knew all the right people? Even Patrick knew that and he had no clue about muggle ideas. "Tough times." Not like much had changed, she was now working for the Delameres, or him specifically, which could be worse, but he was going to let her find that out.

Patrick nodded in approval. He was VERY glad he'd picked her now, she was a poker player. However, he had a funny feeling he wouldn't be playing with her anytime soon. "The ... type of guy?" This was strange, Patrick had never EVER given off a vibe that would suggest a personality trait to anyone, or not at least he did it on purpose. "I see." He frowned, a little annoyed that he'd left his guard down. Patrick turned slightly to face other siblings, servants and wat have you and quickly changed the subject, avoiding Julia's eyes. "We going in yet?" He said to himself, and anyone who wished to shed some light on the subject.

Julia nodded. 'Yes." he said. She paused and wondered how much her life would change now. She smiled. "Yeah. My brother was a poker player." she explained quietly.

She noticed he frowned and looked down. He turned away. She stayed silent and waited for the answer, she wanted to go inside.

Marie turned to her brother. She shook her head. "Probably not anytime soon because our eighteen year old siblings haven't chosen anyone yet. I've already made up my mind." she said to him, disappointed that her siblings were taking so long. She paused for a minute. Maybe her brother could help her?, she thought. She beamed him a nice smile, thinking of what she would ask him.

Iris had decided. "I choose him," she said with a smile as she pointed at the boy [Colton]. Hehe. He was cute!! Yup and he was now hers. Perfect. Iris had a satisfied smirk on her face. She had finally chosen and knew that her siblings were probably tired of waiting as well. No matters, she had chosen who she wanted and now it was time for her next sibling to decide. All thanks to her lovely younger sister of course that she had been able to decide.

Marie smiled at Iris. Was it her turn yet??? She hoped it was so much. She whispered to Iris. "Congrats." she said simply and giggled. She then asked Iris. "Is it my turn?" she was getting impatient.

Violet smiled that completely innocent six year old smile, but then a look of shock and horror came over her face, if she wasn't in a kinda public place and covered in hives she would have slapped herself. It was a very rare event for Violet to smile ... nicely, so if you see it, take a picture or something because it is very un-likely that you will see it again

When Julia became quitet and taken aback, Patrick turned around to face her again. He hadn't really meant to suddenly ignore her, because if she were to be his personal servant, then he couldn't really do that. "Sorry." He put his hands in his pockets. "I don't like when people assume things about me ... and then get it right." It sounded childish, but it took away part of his mystery persona.

"Oh really?" Patrick may have known him, but he didn't really care.

Julia shook her head. "Its fine.." she said and she gave him a smile. She liked the quiet but she enjoyed talking to people. He seemed different. She wanted to know more..

She nodded her head. "Yeah, but I never see him know. He moved to Australia." she explained. She missed her brother, he was like her best friend.

She had been hoping that she wouldn't have to walk long distances to get to Antonin. Sonja had been worried about having to go back and forth again and again, that would be tedious especially since he seemed to be quite demanding. She could tell that he was going to be expecting a lot from her.

Well, whatever he had to dish she could certainly handle. Sonja hadn't failed to see the look he had given her when she had asked yet another question. She couldn't see where he could blame her though. He hadn't been forth coming with the information so she had had to do the next best thing.

"I apologize if I'm asking too many questions. I do appreciate your honesty and the information." She hadn't missed his description of the room she would occupy either. Nice and expansive. Sonja had to struggle not to roll her eyes. Nice was in the eye of the beholder and expansive wasn't always better. She of all people should know that. However, she had learned all that she needed to for the moment so she fell silent.

Now, it's just a waiting game.

Iris smiled knowing Marie was itching to go already. "Yes, the floor is all yours Miss Maire," Iris said before smiling sweetly at Colton. She hoped he wasn't that much older. That would just be gross. Nothing more than a six year difference she supposed. Still. If he was a lot older she was demanding a switch.

OOC: So, i have no idea who is available and who is taken... So... PM me if you're charrie is still free i guess.

Damon glanced over at his brothers. Both had chosen females. But of course, Dai was quite unsure as to who to pick. He knew that he wanted a female as well, but in the end, it truly wouldn't matter. He nodded after being told by both brothers to choose quickly. But he still hadn't made up his mind. And what did it matter? In the end, they would all get about the same amount of power. Did it truly matter if it came from male of female? Shaking his head, trying to pick between the two whom he had noticed particularly, he closed his eyes and began to think...

Colton glanced around unsure as to who would pick him. And he was getting rather nervous by it all. He didn't want to be the last one to be chosen, he wanted to talk and flirt and feel comfortable again. Glancing around the room again, one female Delamere caught his eye and she was... smiling at him? He grinned back at her.

Maire nodded and smiled. She was happy. She smiled at Fabien. "And I choose him!" she exclaimed pointing at Fabien. She was so happy! Yay, she got the one she wanted! She grinned happily at her siblings.

Iris winked at Marie and sidled over to Colton. "I choose you," she said as she linked arms with the taller boy. Mmmhmm. So, Marie and her both got who they wanted. Awesomeness. Ah, he was cute. That meant her met one-third of her requirements. Now for the other two... She wondered who still had to go. She was getting tired of staying out here.

Taylor was sick of standing out here. Gosh, more siblings chose. Could they like... go inside now? This was utterly ridiculous! Merlin! The people who had chosen already should just go inside! You know, like she should go in too! They couldn't really make her- actually, yes they could. They could make her stand out here for days if they wanted. She let out a frustrated sigh. Stupid parents making her do this. "Can we go inside yet?" Taylor said impatiently.

Fabien's dark eyebrows rose slightly as the blonde girl that had been pointing at him earlier pointed in his direction again, announcing that she was choosing him to be her servant. He hadn't really seen it coming, though he assumed this shouldn't have come as a surprise. He was here, after all, to serve the Delameres... or so would be everyone's thoughts. He had other motives, of course, but they were harmless. He was harmless. Just a guy looking to quench his thirst for knowledge.
Smiling, the young man made his way through the few servants that were left, coming to a halt a couple steps before the much shorter and younger girl. He gave a short, formal bow to the girl before returning to his full 6'2" height and speaking, "Fabien Westernberg. It's a pleasure to serve you..." he trailed off then, realizing he didn't know the girl's name; at least not her first name. He raised a dark eyebrow slightly, a little expectantly, the smile on his lips polite as he waited for her to share her name with him.


Meanwhile, Edith was growing only more and more bored with the situation. Her brothers had all chosen their servants already, there were only one or two of her sisters left, and she had already made her choice. So, what was keeping her from heading back inside? Nothing. Well, perhaps her stupid brothers. But they were obviously too distracted with their new victims, almost looking like vampires about to suck some innocent creature's blood. She rolled her green eyes at this and turned around at that moment, stuffing her wand away in her robes. "If you will all excuse me now, I have a book to finish and an empty stomach to feed," she announced to anyone who was still paying attention. "Good luck making your selection, Violet," she said to the youngest of her sisters as she passed by, giving a curt nod before disappearing into the mansion. Her brothers could give her hell about this later, she didn't care. She needed her rest.

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Originally Posted by Riverlynn (Post 9645792) She had been hoping that she wouldn't have to walk long distances to get to Antonin. Sonja had been worried about having to go back and forth again and again, that would be tedious especially since he seemed to be quite demanding. She could tell that he was going to be expecting a lot from her. Well, whatever he had to dish she could certainly handle. Sonja hadn't failed to see the look he had given her when she had asked yet another question. She couldn't see where he could blame her though. He hadn't been forth coming with the information so she had had to do the next best thing. "I apologize if I'm asking too many questions. I do appreciate your honesty and the information." She hadn't missed his description of the room she would occupy either. Nice and expansive. Sonja had to struggle not to roll her eyes. Nice was in the eye of the beholder and expansive wasn't always better. She of all people should know that. However, she had learned all that she needed to for the moment so she fell silent. Now, it's just a waiting game.

"Do not apologize for your mere curiosity," Antonin replied offhandedly, waving away any blame. He saw she was getting a bit antsy, but who wasn't? Everyone was taking far too long. He wished he could disappear like his younger sister, but as the head of the family... he had to stay. Even if was so damned boring.

Luc stood, listening aimlessly to the conversations of those around him. He was getting sleepy, even, waiting for everyone to pick. They had gotten into the female Delameres... sort of. When would he be picked? This was getting annoying.

OOC: Would someone mind catching me up please? I am completely lost! (Plus sorry for the absence, I was on vacay)

Was wondering where you were! The Delamere's are picking.

So far Colton, Freya, Sonja, Julia, Fabien, and Taylor have been picked. Victoria, Ava-Mercy (I've been glaring at you for making me feel self concious, xD), and Luc are still chilling. Everyone else has just been standing about angstily.

OOC: Okay, soo... I should pick a person??? (Haha that's me, Captain Obvious)