...yeah, do that. xD

And after she does, Ladies and Gents (esp. Antonin, listen, cuz you have to give the command), we are going to (gasp) GO INSIDE! And hopefully rejuvinate- Get this plot rollin!

If you have not been picked, you will be inside... Or at least assigned to something.

OOC: Got it

Richard let his eyes fall on the girl again. Since his other choice had already been picked, he'd decided on this one. What was her name... Ava-Mercy. Kind of strange name for a girl volunteering to be a servant. Oh well. He walked up to her, bowed and said, "Hello Miss. My name is Richard Delamere. Pleasure to make your aquaintance."

Ava-Mercy looked up at the man who approached her, introducing himself as Richard. "Ava-Mercy Estrella Moncur. The pleasure is mine." she said with a bit of venom. She was irritated. He had looked at her on a way that gave her chills. Looked at someone else. And then brooded for about half an hour while the prettier girl was chosen. But then... she let it go. In the end, it wasn't a contest. This was the soul who she would try to help. Just because he made her a bit uncomfortable.. Just because They all did... She started again, giving an angelic smile, right up to her twinkling Irish eyes, and curtsied a curtsy of deep submission. "How may I address you, sir?"

Richard smirked slightly. "Just call me Richard Miss Moncur." He held out his arm, awaiting to accompany her inside the house. After everyone was finished picking, that is. For now he would just guide her around the medium-sized patio.

Dominic blushed slightly as he saw a girl point at him. He never was good around girls, not once in his life. And now he was going to be the servant of one? Dominic shook himself a little, trying to get the thoughts out of his head. He smiled at the girl, then watched as everyone but him was chosen. "Fantastic." He thought, rubbing his hands up and down his muscular arms. Why did it have to be so cold? And why did he wear this flimsy t-shirt?

She took his arm, and repeated his name, as if trying a new kind of food. "Richard." She laced her dainty arm into his, the way all pureblood women were taught and found him to be very warm- and though he was a lot taller than she, it was surprising how well they fit together. She closed her eyes. Focus. "Richard." She repeated. "If I am to call you Richard, if I may be presumptuous, Will you really be calling me Miss Moncur?" She blinked quietly.

It was only her and one other person to be chosen. It didn't surprise her, she supposed she'd be chosen last. The guys wanted the pretty girls, the pretty girls wanted to be friends with other pretty girls. And certainly, no one wanted their servant to be some 14-year old Hogwarts drop out. She felt embarrassed at this thought, but that's why everyone wanted; a perfect life, friends, fun. But occasionally theirs the bad ones, and the strange ones: those who run different lives. She shook her head, flipping her fringe into her face, as if to hide her emerald eyes, lined with dark make-up behind her dark hair.

Why'd she bother trying to look nice? The fluff near the bottom of her strapless, midnight purple dress tickled her leg, but she was too nervous to simply bed down and scratch it. Pathetic. Her.. What? Arm warmers? Elbow length gloves? She searched for the word in her head. Whatever. Her arms extended down, laying limply at her sides, her long, pale fingers, toyed her Vine wand.

Richard grinned. Not a smirk, but an amused smile. "Only if you want me to. But I would rather call you Ava-Mercy. Unless you had any more modern nicknames you prefer to be called." He noticed that when she took his arm her skin was very cold. "You're freezing. Here." He wriggled out of his suit jacket and put it over her shoulders. She might be his new servant but he was still polite. He had been taught manners.

Dominic looked over and saw the other girl that hadn't been picked yet. He awkwardly walked over to her, shoving his hands deeper into his pockets. "So, it seems as if we're the last two, eh?" He grinned, although it wasn't very funny. What if no one wanted either of them? Then what would happen? Would they... no, they wouldn't. No one could be that heartless and cold. He erased the thought from his mind and focused on the girl he was talking to. She seemed younger than the rest of them, but who was he to judge?

Ava-Mercy rolled her eyes in silent irritation at her own impossible name. Her parents, the conniving... She sighed. "I have been known as many things. Ava-Mercy, Ava, A, Mercy, Estrella, Star, Amee..." She sighed again. "It has been quite trying. But you may choose and call me anything you would like, Richard." And it was an unseasonably cold night. She felt comically small in his coat... but it was warm, and smelled like night and fire and wood. "Thank you. It is unnecessary... But thank you."

"Fine then, I will call you Ava." Richard wasn't merely stating this topic. He was demanding it. "You're very welcome. And it was necessary. You were cold, so it was polite to give you my jacket. I was brought up on manners. I would not be so heartless as to let you freeze." He smirked again, walking her around the patio. They settled on a bench near the back, away from most of the others.

"Yes, sir." She said, accepting that. They had arrived at the bench, and she slid demurely away from him, no longer tucked under him. She felt oddly conflicted about it. But then, she was a servant. That was professional. And speaking of professional... "Not to be insolent, sir, but have you had many servants before? I admit, I am not very experienced in the matter, but I was under the impression that manners did not apply." She spoke simply, though his smirk was, admittedly, devious.

Richard frowned slightly as she moved away from him, but it was immediately replaced with his famous smirk. "Yes, I have had a fair few. But status does not matter when it comes to manners in my book. I've been polite to all of my past servants, so I'll be polite to you."

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Dominic looked over and saw the other girl that hadn't been picked yet. He awkwardly walked over to her, shoving his hands deeper into his pockets. "So, it seems as if we're the last two, eh?" He grinned, although it wasn't very funny. What if no one wanted either of them? Then what would happen? Would they... no, they wouldn't. No one could be that heartless and cold. He erased the thought from his mind and focused on the girl he was talking to. She seemed younger than the rest of them, but who was he to judge?

Luc coughed loudly. Uh, last two? No. No, you're not. I am here, and I am not to be ignored!

OOC: GAH! Sorry! Please don't murder me with your fiery vengeance!!! *cowers in fear*

Ava-Mercy looked down at her hands as he smirked. Again. He needed to stop that. Primarily because she needed to focus. And there was no chance when he did that. She stared hard at her hands a bit more before looking back into his face. "Well then. I suppose I must be happy to have been selected by you." She blushed a bit. "Honestly, some of your brothers frighten me." You frighten me. she tried not to let that thought be read on her face, and probably failed. "

"Yes, you must be happy. Since I am probably one of the less frightening ones. I can understand you being afraid of Antonin and Patrick. But once you get to know them, they're actually really caring." Richard frowned again as he saw the look on her face. Was that... fear? "Ava, are you afraid of me?" He asked, looking straight into her eyes. This always got girls to confess.

"You are, yes." She smiled, and thought over that- deciding she didn't believe him-at least not entirely. Caring they might be, but The Delamere's had a danger about them. He captured her eyes, and she fluttered. And then pouted. She would've told him. Making her flutter was unnecessary. "Yes, I am." She said, her tone contrasting sharply with what she admitted to. "Of course I am."

"You're just like the rest of them." Richard looked away from her, turning his body slightly away as well. "Every single other servant that I've ever had has been afraid of me, just like you. No one trusts me just because 'I have an air or fear around me.' One of them actually told me that once. Just because of my looks and the rest of my family all my servants hated and feared me. But there's nothing of me to be afraid of. Nothing." Man, he was laying it on good. Those acting classes sure came in handy.

"That's not fair." She murmured. "You have no idea who I am, or why I fear you. Instead you judged me like you think I'm judging you." She said this all quietly, with no venom. She was here to help this man. Not to fight him. "you are intimidating. So is your family. That's not why I fear you. I fear you because I want to help you, and whether or not I'm able to is up to you. I fear you because since my parents ran away from our manor when I was 13..." She placed her hands in his. "So now, in your hands, lies what is left of the Moncur name. And because I want to help you, you have the ability to put me, and therefore my entire family into ruin. Lastly, I fear you,m because you thus far have been able to distract me quite easily. Which is something I'm not used to, sir. Richard."

Richard listened to her words carefully, taking it all in. When she put her hands in his, he smiled. This girl really seemed to care about him. His eyes looked up at her last comment. "Really?" He asked, grinning.

OOC: sorry, gotta go Bye!

She looked up at the man, who looked amused, with exasperated eyes. "Do you not believe me? I wouldn't make up my own failings." She said, without a hint of irony. She ran a hand through her soft bob of raven-colored waves, trying not to be frustrated with herself.

OOC: Bye! I should sleep anyway.

Before Victoria could respond, there was a cough behind them; she looked up to see someone else gazing in their direction.

Unsure what to say, she merely said, "Yeah, I guess." But then she smiled so she did not appear depressed or boring. The first words that had been spoken to her in the past day; that was different for her.

She glanced up and gave a small frown to the mysterious-coughing-person as if to say "Sorry."

Marie smiled and gave him a curtsy back. "Nice to meet you Fabien. I am Marie Antoinette Delemare, yes its a mouth full of a name. But please call me Marie." she exclaimed and smiled. She paused for a minute and took a deep breath. "If you don't mind me asking, what school did you go to? Hogwarts?" she asked.

"I do believe you. And no, I don't think you would." Richard watched as she ran a hand through her hair. "You have very beautiful hair, Ava." He tucked a loose wave behind her ear, locking his eyes on hers again.

"Thank you." She said very quietly, warming at his touch. His eyes found hers. She fidgeted. "Why do you keep doing that?" She blinked curiously. "I admitted you are able to. You might stop t-trying to distract me now." She said hopefully.

Patrick smiled at his servant, wrapping his arm around her shoulders once again, and giving her a little squeeze as if t symbolize her being trapped, but she would not know this for a while. "Well don't worry. We can be your family for the time being." Patrick smirked, and glanced over at Antonin.

"Come on! We're all bloody freezing!" He let out a chuckle and balanced on the heels in annoyance; it was cold, he was tired, and eager to show his Julia around the house.