Edith was distracted from absentmindedly playing with her wand as some of the servants began to walk down the hill and toward the Delameres, not having waited for a signal or anything of the sort. Well, this group was certainly a little more daring than the last. But it wasn't enough to catch her interest, and she merely studied them with inquiring green eyes, not for a second ripping her gaze off the group. Many of them looked older than her, others actually looked younger than the eighteen-year-old girl; but that was as far as her observations would go. She just watched them now, no traces of friendliness or unwelcoming on her serious and rather blank expression. She just wanted to get a servant and head back to her room and finish off her book. Why did these things have to take so long? "Must we stand out here much longer?" asked the girl of her siblings, not specifically addressing one but rather all, to whomever would know an answer.