Richard Delamere leaned against the wall of the villa, his hands in his pockets. He looked around at his siblings, not saying anything. He looked up the hill at the volunteers whom had already arrived. He smirked. Unintelligent fools. They had no idea what was coming to them. The smirk stayed plastered on his face as he pushed himself off of the wall and stepped forward, getting a better view of their victims.

Dominic Reynolds apparated onto the hill near the Delamere house. He saw some other volunteers there as well, but he didn't speak a word. He looked down onto the house and saw a boy his age staring back at him. He quickly looked away, looking at the other people up on the hill. He noticed a girl who'd spoken in a different language. He didn't respond, but smiled at her. It was the best he could do, with all the knots in his stomach right now.

Violet, was more mature than most 6 year olds but this was necessary, she poked her tongue out at her sister with the tune na na nana na. "you carried me and you tried to kiss me" she said disgusted, then looking at the people up on the hill, there wasn't too many of them but there were people there

Antonin watched from the window in his room that looked over the entire front courtyard as the people streamed in one by one. With the eyes of an eagle, he grimaced whenever a male approached, smirked when a lovely lady made her way in. He had hoped there would be more women than men, but it seemed to be evenly balanced. With a sigh, he stepped back from the window, letting the drapes close, the darkness enveloping him for a moment of silence before she slipped out of his bedroom and down the grand staircase, out of the grounds, to the hill where they had all agreed on meeting to watch his feminine prey with an appraising eye, hoping they would make it easy for him and approach on their own.

Luciandus walked towards where he knew the Delamere grounds to be, looking over the hill where everyone else seemed to be grouped around. Where these the right people...? There were enough of them there already, all of them extremely beautiful. He couldn't even tell who were his fellow servants and who were the masters and mistresses of the house; they were all so well-groomed. But some stood out more than others, a certain gleam of elegance about them. Were these the Delameres? They were... breathtaking.

Freya roamed the streets, dressed in her masquerade outfit and carrying a bag of many, many more. She was a muggeborn - and an incompetent one at that - pretending to be a pureblood. She didn't particularly like this, either, but she wasn't going to back down. Freya had taken the good time to steal the dress robes she would be wearing for her role, and she was determined to prove herself better than any pureblood... in the world of purebloods. She might even be killed for such a thing, but she didn't care. What was her life anymore but something of a point for others to use in the fight for equality?

She wouldn't arrive yet... She'd be fashionably late. Just to irk them, naturally.

"Thank you." She smiled at the Rugged One and The Rich One in turn, and finally one who had just arrived. "And, no, not thirty. Ten years shy." She spoke to Fabien with a spirited Irish brogue. "But I lived on my own since 13. Started volunteer work at 15, and I loved it, so... this seemed like a perfect opportunity to help." she said, quiet and placid. She blinked at him. "I suppose you could call that my excuse for why I'm not 80. I myself was expecting more women." She looked around at the three men that surrounded her and chuckled without presumption, which was, perhaps, a bit naive. "Should we wait for others, or go down there?"

Victoria quickened her pace as she approached the Delemare house. They pureblood family was widely known and powerful by now; surely they wouldn't just want servants for cooking and such; they must have house elves. This was something else. But what if it wasn't? What if it was not at all as she thought it would be? Maybe this was one of those big, life-changing decisions. "Yes", she thought, "Running away from home like this is a big deal, when you're serious."

Victoria now approached a handful of people who appeared in their 20's. Her stomach churned. She wanted to disapparate on the spot. "But I'm not old enough", she thought bitterly, standing in a spot near them, staring off into the distance.

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Richard Delamere leaned against the wall of the villa, his hands in his pockets. He looked around at his siblings, not saying anything. He looked up the hill at the volunteers whom had already arrived. He smirked. Unintelligent fools. They had no idea what was coming to them. The smirk stayed plastered on his face as he pushed himself off of the wall and stepped forward, getting a better view of their victims.

Antonin glanced towards his brother, eyes narrowing as he watched him... stand aimlessly. "Call yours now, brother," he said coldly, crossing his arms and throwing off the well-done cuffs. "Before I get them all."

Edith was vaguely aware of the other Delameres arriving at that moment, as her green eyes seemed fix on the group forming up the hill as yet another person arrived. How many would be coming this time? She couldn't help but wonder, and she couldn't help but feel just the slightest bit bad for this group. But for the most part, she didn't care; Edith was uninterested in others' lives, in others' problems, and preferred to spend her time away from them than around them. She wished she'd brought a book with her at that moment; these waits always took far too long, it was a little irritating. She pulled out her wand then, absentmindedly rotating it in her hand, causing a few sparks to emit from its tip.
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Fabien listened attentively as the only girl of the group (so far, anyway) shared with him that she was ten years shy of thirty, more information than he expected to receive, but glad he did, as now he now knew her age. He'd always thought girls (or at least some of them) were wary of giving out their age, so he didn't want to be too straightforward with his earlier question. He nodded his head just very slightly in response, before she spoke once again, sharing with him more information he quickly made note of though he hadn't been expecting it.
So she's lived on her own from a very early age and likes to help… Huh. That's interesting. He'd never really met anyone like that before. As the girl then continued, this time explaining that that could be her excuse as for why she wasn't eighty, the boy chuckled softly with amusement. "You may not be eighty, but you do have more experience in the… volunteer work and helping-people-around field than I do," he said, his gaze absentmindedly traveling back to the Delamere mansion, watching as yet more members of the family arrived. "You seem to come for a good cause, that's admirable," he added to the girl, turning back to her and giving another polite smile, though he wasn't about to go and share why he was there.

Fabien grew distracted once more as his gaze returned to the mansion; but it was then that the girl spoke once more, asking if they should wait for the others or head over to the mansion already. The boy's brows furrowed slightly at this, not quite sure of the answer himself. "I'm not sure if we should wait for a signal from them," he said, referring to the Delameres. "But I would love get a head start on this; I suppose we could go, and if they don't want us too close yet, they will let us know in some way," he continued, turning back to the girl, his gaze a bit expectant as he wasn't sure what her own opinion was on the matter. He, himself, was rather torn. But a head start certainly made his curiosity happy.

Laura ignored her youngest sister but agnologed her slightly younger one, out of the corner of her eye she could see Antonin and turned away from him to the boy who was standing near to the huge elegently laquered gates, he seemed just a little surprised and whilst she longed to meet this boy she knew that the family worked in unison, no one could go ahead before Antonin, that was the rule, a stupid one but a rule none the less

Iris walked to where the rest of her siblings were a bit late but she was quiet and snuck in silently so it would seem as if she had been there the whole time, though she wasn't. Iris gave a small smile at the people that would be their servants. Looks were deceiving... She waited for her bother to choose, she wanted to choose one too and she didn't want it to take forever.

Taylor walked quickly to the Delamere's household. Ugh. She couldn't believe she was doing this. She wondered if it was too late to run home, she didn't want to be here and she felt sick to the stomach. Ugh. Hopefully they wouldn't make her... shudder... clean. That was revolting. That was what house elves were for and if they wanted she knew quite a few that could be of service. She honestly didn't know why she was here, just because her mother and father said so she had to be. But she was scared... of breaking a nail. She did not want that to happen. It would be absolute torture.

Richard chuckled, but it wasn't real laughter. It was a cold type of laugh, a harsh one. "I already have." He smirked and eyed the only girl in the group on the hill. Yes, she was the one. Besides, how could he seduce the guys? He'd have to leave that job to his sisters. He looked away from the hill as Iris joined them. He walked over to her. "So, have you decided to join us?" He whispered in her ear quietly, fixing his eyes on the girl he'd chosen.

"Thank you." She said calmly. He wasn't exactly willing to share. And she wouldn't want to pry. And so, she shrugged her tiny, dainty shoulders, nodded her head at his last remarks, and loped down the hill in surprisingly long strides, hoping they would follow her. It was always better to have backup, and perhaps she would look less like a fool. She came to a fluid halt in front of several, beautiful people. She executed a deep curtsy and stood silently, with a smile in her eyes but a stone face. She knew she was unexpected in appearance, and hid her fear.

Marie walked up to catch up with her siblings. She nodded to Richard and took a place in line next to her sister, Iris. She tried to look very ladylike. She had her hair back with a few strands on her face, which made her look quite dashing. She looked over to her sister, Iris and gave her a small smile. She also waited for her eldest brother to choose a servant. Really, Marie couldn't wait she thought that this idea was wonderful! She could have a new best friend! Her eyes went down the line until they caught one girl. A girl with dark brown hair, she looked a bit older than Marie, but she looked nice. She smiled softly at the girl.

Julie was inline next to some of her friends. It was a long line. The Delemare children were here and there was no fault with them whatsoever. They were all beautiful, like movie stars, like what Julie use to be. She saw a beautiful girl with blonde hair looking at her and smiling. She smiled softly at her, oh how she wished she was young again. Then she averted her eyes and kept an emotionless face on so, she would be chosen.

Iris shrugged. "What are we doing again?" she asked. In a rush, she had forgotten the main purpose as to why she was here. But drats, he had noticed that she was late and that was a huge no on her part. Hmph. She looked around. Were they really going to choose from these people? Iris then looked at her sister, Marie. Ever the little lady. Iris's hair fluttered a bit, it was better that way and she was wearing a pretty grey dress. Her eyes scanned the others, but with a smile on her face.

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.

Richard frowned. "You know perfectly well what we're doing." His eyes scanned the group of people until he found the one he'd chosen. Yes, the girl in the front. That was the one he wanted. He looked at Antonin, hoping he'd know that he wanted to girl. His eye flitted to Edith. He felt like walking over and telling her off for interupting Antonin's decision, but he felt nice today. "We're here for as long as it takes for Antonin to make a decision." He said strictly to her. Richard was seen as the sort of "second in command" of the siblings. He always carried out whatever Antonin asked of him and kept order in the household. It was his unofficial duty.

Dominic walked down the hill with the rest of the group. He stood behind the girl he'd noticed, almost peeking out from behind her. He was seriously freaking out about this. His stomach was in a trillion knots. He felt like throwing up. There were lots of pretty girls here. What if one of them picked him?

Edith restrained herself from rolling her eyes at her older brothers - the only living, breathing reasons she sometimes disliked being a part of this family; this whole idea of the servants was, after all, for the most part their idea. So, the girl went back to examining the servants absentmindedly for a moment before beginning to twist her wand in her hands, in a way that silver sparks to emit from the wand's tip, boredom written on the girl's face. If they could just finish this any time tonight, or perhaps in the next couple years, that would be absolutely amazing; she had a book waiting for her, and she didn't like having to leave a good story at a cliffhanger.

Marie was about to answer her older sister's, Edith's, question but her brother Richard did it. She merely nodded at what he said, smiled, and turned back. Hopefully, Antonin would choose someone. She had already chosen the person she wanted. She wanted to finish up her summer homework for Hogwarts. Better to get it done sooner than later. She stood there silently.
Marie listened to what Richard had to say. She was glad that Richard was in a good mood. She knew that Antonin and him were the leaders of the family and she was luckily on their good side. She remembered how much fun it was when she played with them when she was a small girl. She stayed silent, so she wouldn't interrupt her brother's decision. She hoped Antonin would pick the right person.. servant for her. She had a feeling that he would. She saw a handsome boy there. He was really cute. She decided to not let him know it and she didn't look down.

Fabien gave a soft sigh as the girl with black hair took the initiative and quickly made her way down the hill, quickly to be followed by the others in the group, none of which were eighty or elderly people as he had expected. He gave a faint smile at this, shaking his head slightly to himself before he began to make his way down the hill and toward the mansion that seemed to grow in size the closer he got to it. The edges of his robes were losing their pure black colour as the dirt from the ground met the dark fabric. But he didn't mind, quietly making his way down in steps that were neither rushed or sluggish, coming to a halt at the far back of the group, keeping his posture straight as was just habit for him, blue eyes taking a moment to roam over the Delamere family.
So these were the Delameres. Good looking group, he had to admit; but he wasn't here to look at pretty girls or anything of the sort. That had never been his interest. He was here to explore and learn of this family, to quench the thirst he felt for knowledge and satisfy the curiosity he had always felt about this family, which in itself was the biggest mystery he had ever come upon.


Edith noted the tall blond boy who looked like he led a lifestyle that was far too comfortable to make him want to run away and become a servant, but made nothing of it. She didn't care what these people were here for, as long as they could get this little ritual over with quickly and they shined her shoes properly. She turned her gaze to the girl at the very front of the group, the one with the black hair, and her brows furrowed just very slightly as she then caught sight of one of her brothers staring at her shamelessly, keeping his gaze glued to hers. Well, he'd obviously made up his mind. She paid no attention to it though, and turned back to the servants, examining their expressions, easily able to distinguish those who were nervous and light-headed to those who were calm and collected. She sure hoped she could end up with a relaxed servant; the nervous ones always messed up and broke things; it drove her insane.

Colton stared from atop the hill as people began to go down towards the house. And of course, the girl who had gone down towards the house first was the girl whom he had arrived only moments after. Shaking his head, with a grin on his face, he watched them from the hill, still a tad bit uncertain about walking down. Eh... What did he have to lose? Not much... but still.. it could be fun.. and it was certainly an adventure. Eh, what the hell. He descended down the hill slowly, careful not to stumble. Merlin knows how many times he's done that.

Damon watched as all the servants made their way down the hill. Wow. Adventurous little buggers. He shook his head. They probably shouldn't have been doing that.. But whatever. It was their loss, at least in the end it would be. Cue the smirk. He was unsure about who he would end up luring into his trap.. but then again, he usually didn't worry about it. They almost always came to him. So, no worries. It would happen eventually. With time of course.

Gosh I'm so lost lol...but I'm gonna jump right in.

Dozer popped into the backyard hands stuffed into his pockets. He was late as usual. Surveying the scene he caught sight of several of his siblings and gave a cocky smile. This was going to be an interesting experiment to say the least. He caught sight of several very attractive looking ladies and his smile grew wider. He wasn't exactly thrilled to be back here, it certainly wasn't where he wanted to be but sometimes family ties overrode personal wants and needs.

His smile still stayed in place however. The last thing he needed was one or more of his siblings on his back. He spotted Damon and headed that way. "Damon. How're things?" Out of all of his siblings, Damon and him were the most alike. The two of them spent the most amount of time away from home.

Sonja apparated at the top of the hill slightly late but that couldn't be helped. Her eyes alighted upon her future home with an appraising eye. So this is what rock bottom looks like. With a dry chuckle she shook her head. This was the last chance that she had. She felt a small burn of anger start up in her gut as she stared at the house. Her caramel colored eyes swept over the estate and felt a pang of disgust. She wanted nothing more then to burn the place down but she couldn't do that.

Resigning herself to her fate, Sonja descended the hill and stood at the gate doorway. Her black traveling cloak billowed around her slight frame as she moved. Her hood was still firmly in place was she pushed through the gate and stepped into the shadows. She would stay there for the time being.

Victoria followed suit as the servant-to-be's made their way to the Delemare house. She was nervous and paranoid, not trusting any of these people. Why should she? Not one had spoken to her and she didn't blame them. She wouldn't either, seeing how much of an age difference there was between her and some of them. Sulking in the back of the group, she began to fall into her typical panic mode. What if they decided she was too young? And to go back to her family so soon? Only a few mere hours after she had left? That would mean trouble and humiliation. The only one she had told of her whereabouts was her younger brother, and she knew no matter how much anyone bullied him, he would not tell. He just wouldn't. And then there was the note -but that didn't leave much information. She tried to push those thoughts out of her head and focus back on the Delemare's. They appeared to be the same age as the surrounding wizards and witches surrounding her. A gentle, warm, summer breeze brushed passed them but she shivered all the same.

Damon adjusted his position slightly while standing against the wall. It was uncomfortable at times, but he truly didn't care about comfort. He was uncomfortable with everything in this forsaken house. Craning his neck, he looked over the heads of his younger brothers and sisters watching as more and more of the servants walked down the hill. How could they be so naive? They're walking straight into a trap and they don't even know it. Pitiful.

Dai looked over and saw one of his brother's enter the house. Following that, heard his brother's voice. It was Dozer. The two got along pretty well, Better than Damon got along with the others at least, because of their shared hate of being cooped up in this dreadful house. "Dozer." he greeted with a sharp nod of his head. "Fine, just not happy to be here again." he frowned. But of course, Damon could be nice at times so, he continued the conversation. "And yourself?"

Violet had remained silent, which was odd for Violet. She wasn't sure if she liked these people, they were coming into THEIR HOUSE and she had never met them before, better not come in her room she would go insane. As they came closer, she just eyed them a little bit evilly, like all normal 6 year olds.

Laura turned and saw the rest of her family standing around the gates, looking up to the new slaves like herself, she saw Antonin stare most intentley about the girls, she glared at him, whilst he was no doubt planning his take down for the girls. Oh my god pick one already!!! She snapped, bored and cold, her hair quivered in her anger and the cold, she pulled Violet near the gates, so that if Antonin did lose it, she would be out the way. Laura glared at her brother with a steeley look, as though daring him to lose it and try and attack the person who had told him what to do-herself.

Violet hated it when people pushed her around, HATED IT! She almost retaliated by yelling and freaking out and saying that she was as good as her and she had read more books than her, but she didn't. She merely starting mumbling darkly, a few snippets being "older... younger...idiotic... books... just... right..." and so on and so forth