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

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.'

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.

Dozer stood leaning against the wall next to Damon. Antonin had already made his pick being the oldest male of the family. He had picked the cloaked one with the glowing eyes. He watched as she pulled back her hood and Dozer had to marvel at her. Antonin had made a great choice. Then of course the girls started bickering. Little Violet got violent with Patrick. He should have known to leave the girl alone if Violet had her eyes on her.

Running a hand through his hair he looked over the remaining people. He noticed two of the girls in the back talking animatedly. One of them was pretty and the way she talked made him smile. Straightening up from the wall he sauntered over to her [Taylor] and bowed. "My lady. Would you do me the esteemed honor of being mine?"

Dozer cringed at having to call her servant so he refrained from doing so. As much as he didn't want to be here he was going to do things his way. Antonin and the others might have something to say but he didn't really care. He extended his hand to her ever the gentlemen.

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

Taylor tried her best not to moan in dissatisfaction. Why couldn't she not be picked? She tried her best to say no, but her parents would disinherit her and she was not going to do without her fortune. She gave the Delemare sibling a forced smile. "Of course," she said, she tried not to clench her teeth, "It would be my pleasure.". Nooo. There went her shopping plans! She curtsied back, as it was common manners for her. But still. Her shopping plans... in Paris!

Taylor took his hand, stupid stupid her. She wanted shopping in Paris, not slaving away for the rest of whatever life. This was the end of her life wasn't it? Paris... clothes... shopping. All that was gone.

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."

Taylor flashed a quick pleading look at Julia before following the guy to wherever he was going. She didn't want to be here and she felt a pit in her stomach as she thought about what she was giving up. Luxury. She wasn't going to have someone wait on her anymore, she was going to be the person waiting on the others. No! She was not going to deal with it.

He was a bit too close for her liking but she was going to have to deal. That's what servants did, they dealt with it. "Taylor Flint," Taylor said. Why her?

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.