Taylor sighed. "Quidditch magazines... my favorite..." Taylor said rolling her eyes, "I think I'll pass," she said as she looked at her nails. She really needed to repaint them. Ooh. Maybe pink! No... purple... mmm... maybe something in between. Taylor really didn't get what was so funny, he was so weird. She sighed and went back to looking at her nails. Maybe something shiny...?

Ewwh. He did not just wink at her... right? She really didn't like waiting and she was not wasting her time with a Quidditch magazine. Those things shouldn't even exist. After what seemed like hours he finally stepped out of the bathroom. "Finally," Taylor muttered. Definitely no patience. She wasn't going to change that.

"Sure, breakfast sounds great," Taylor said, no not really. She only ate eight hundred calories a day and she wasn't wasting that on breakfast.

Laura laughed, and walked past the living room, so everyone seems to be selling rules, however I'm more relaxed, so how about breakfast? she asked, walking into the kitchen and pulling open the fridge, pancakes, waffles, cereal, toast? she said, opening each cupboard, grabbing a waffle for herself and shoving it in the toaster

Patrick moved out of the way to let her in, picked up the tray, and took a swig of the orange juice. Julia seemed to be fairly happy that she was doing his bidding; he was grateful for this, considering his last slave servant was a miserable old lady. It was nice to now have a happy, young woman whom he could look at without feeling ill.

Patrick looked around his room for anything. "Nope, nothing." He smirked. "How was your night by the way?" He asked, beginning to make small talk; he didn't really want her to leave just yet.

Julia grinned softly. "My night was great. I slept very well and it was a nice room." she said. She liked the room it was her faveourite colour, light blue. It was absolutely beautiful.

"And how was your night? Did you sleep very well?" she added, fixing the sheets on his bed. She made it quickly, until there were no more crinkles in the sheets and bedding. She looked up and saw his beautiful face. The face of an angel. She had to smile sweetly. Was she falling for her master?

"Well I'm glad that you did." And I'm glad that you're room is right next to mine. But he wouldn't tell her that. Not cool. Patrick took the icky shirt off that he wore last night, realising that he had put it on this morning, and not a clean one. Uck, Patrick loved being clean, so a dirty shirt was a big deal.

He reached for his draw and pulled out a new shirt. "Ehhh..." Patrick trailed off, buttoning up his shirt. "I'm suffering from insomnia from the moment. So, not great, no." Patrick sighed, and picked up a piece of toast.

Oops! ^^

Victoria awoke, eyes bursting open. She slept in. Not good. She had that feeling again... she was about to be sick. Something bad is happened, and the Delameres can't be trusted. This wasn't fit for a 14 year-old. Or was it? It wasn't fit for her, atleast. She rushed out of the room, desperately looking for someone... a servant. She came to a girl in the kitchen. She looked busy... but trusting. Victoria gripped the girls arm and yanked her to the side. In a hushed whisper, she began to speak, quickly as she could, but slow enough to be understood. "The Delamere's are up to something. Don't trust them to well. It's a trap..." The words were torn from her lips before she even knew what she was saying herself.

Wide-eyed and bewildered, Victoria ran. And ran. And ran, away from this place, away from the Delamere's escaping... She'd go somewhere else, somewhere interesting, but she wouldn't tolerate this. Something bad was happening, or going to happen as far as she knew. Another prediction. Of the future...? Probably just good intuition. She'd write a letter with a better explanation, send a warning, listen in on the news.

And again, Victoria Maith was running away.

Perfect, hun. Thanks!

Ava-Mercy was waiting for Richard's answer, when she was pulled aside with forceful, clammy hands, And urgent words spoken quickly, alienly, in her ear. They told her something she had known, but tried to deny herself. She looked quickly in the eyes of the girl, until she ripped herself away from Ava-Mercy, turned heel, and ran. The eyes were haunted. Pained. "Thank you." She whispered to the girl who was already gone. She turned around, to face Richard again, acting as if nothing at happend, trying and most likely failing to keep her face smooth. The words kept chiming in her head, on every other beat, the gift the girl had given her as her last act in this house was plaguing her.

It's a trap.

It's a trap.

It's a trap.

She felt light headed. She looked in the eyes of her master, and they looked very much like traps indeed. How could she help him if he was trying to ensnare her? How could she earn his trust if every fibre of her being wanted her not to trust him?

Julia looked at him worried for moment. "Is there anything I can bring you to help you?" she asked politely. She picked up his shirt in her right hand. She gave him a small smile.

Laura turned as one of the servant girls run into the room and go for Richard's servant, she cocked an eyebrow, as she whispered something in her ear and then..ran? Laura turned towards the girl, excuse me, she called, where are you going? she walked over to her and put herself infront of the girl, I asked you a question, where are you going? she spoke with authority in her voice, and woe betide that girl if she refused, but she carried on running, Laura turned back to the house, making a note to tell Antonin later

Again he had to chuckle at her attitude. She seemed to think that she was still in charge in some small way. Well, he would let her have that delusion. For now. Toweling off the rest of his hair he threw the towel in his hamper and opened the door waving his arm to indicate that she should go first.

"We'll head down to the kitchen and see what we can scare up for breakfast. What tickles your fancy? Pancakes? Waffles? Bread and water?"

That last was a bit of a joke, one he didn't think she would appreciate but it was funny all the same. He was hoping she would loosen up a little. She may not like what she was doing here but it really wasn't a bad gig. Though, he could say that because he wasn't in her position. He was a Delamere and different rules applied to them.

Sonja awoke feeling nauseous and sweating like crazy. Something was wrong but she wasn't sure what. After taking a long shower to calm her nerves she had gone to take a walk around the grounds. Walking back into the house she checked to see if the head of the family was even up yet. Merlin could he sleep in.

Shrugging she head down to the kitchen only to find one of the Delamere girls giving a servant the third degree. Spotting another servant, one that looked her age she scuttled over beside her and dropped her voice to a whisper.

"There a problem here?" That was a loaded question if she ever heard one and she simply hoped that the girl would get the full breadth of her words. Antonin wasn't up yet but if he spotted this it wouldn't make him happy.

Taylor rolled her eyes again. She was never, in a million years, never ever going to get used to being here. She sighed and walked outside of his room. Back into the hallway, and out of the weird place with quidditch magazines. If Taylor could she would burn all of those for being a disgrace to fashion magazines. Merlin, muggles had better taste in magazines. They at least knew what style was.

"Bread and water sounds great, thank you very much," she said sarcastically. "I'll just have some fruits or something," Taylor said.

He was weird. Why couldn't she have been picked by someone else? Who ate bread and water anyways? The bread would taste sooo bad with water, especially baguettes and stuff. It had to be eaten with something like... tea. Duuuh.

Patrick was properly dressed now, and actually looked awake, but only because he was. His eyes focused on Julia, and then onto the breakfast she brought up for him. It was painfully healthy, and Patrick really wasn't into healthy. He wanted waffles with melted chocolate. Pancakes with melted chocolate. Anything with melted chocolate.

"No, there isn't." He quickly walked to the door and opened it, letting Julia out. "Let's say you come to a heart-filled breakfast with me, instead?" That sounded much better, and he hoped she didn't mind. Afterall, she was allowed to come with him. That was something.

Julia slowly grinned. "Patrick. That would be very kind. I'd love to come." she said, even though she didn't know what she would wear. She smiled sweetly. Was this a life of a servant? I think not.

Richard just smiled and shook his head, sitting himself down at the counter. He listened to her banter, liking the sounds of her voice. It was very melodious and sweet, he liked it. At her next sentence her frowned. "I would never hit you." He held her gaze, showing her that he truly wasn't lying. Sure, he'd steal her powers and eventually turn her into a weak, powerless muggle, but that was different. "Yes, you can clean up my room. It's in the basement, right next to the movie room." He flicked his eyes down, not wanting to hold her gaze for too long. He was told he'd made girls faint with his gaze, and seeing as this girl was his servant he wanted her awake and active.

Ava-Mercy tried to shrug off her confusion as she pulled off her apron. Now his expression was one of amusement- his temperment gave her whiplash. He said he would never hit her, and she believed him. But for some reason, this didn't make her feel safe, as the words normally would, had they come from other lips. The words of the girl who'd escaped... not, not escaped, left- kept echoing in her head. But she was attempting to save these lonesome people. And she'd start here. While she considered this, he spoke to her about cleaning. "Right away, sir." She gave the table another wipe with her rag, and folded it up, finishing her job here. "Will that be all, sir?"

Laura glanced at the other servants coldly in the eye before turning back to her own servant and walking past him out of the kitchen and into the large field at the back of the villa to her stables, throwing the door open she strided over to her horse and began to tack her up, the servants had made her angry and the only way to remove that rage? To go riding. For hours