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Harriet Shirley
 Oct 26, 07 - 8:52 PM |
Harriet Arrives
Harriet Shirley trudged up the stairs to the Blondes' Hall, carrying her leather suitcase in one hand and a carpetbag in the other. Her boater had slipped orward and sat over one eye at a cheerfully rakish angle, belying the stormy expression on the face under it. Her honey-blonde hair, normally tightly braided and looped around her head, had come loose. Escaped corkscrew curls formed a soft cloud under the boater's brim, falling to her waist and looking far too juvenile for the taste of a young lady of *almost* 16. Practically an adult. “I look positively Arcadian." Harriet grumbled. "Now that I’m in Trent, I could try to get someone to bob it for me, but they’d probably want a permission note from Mommy, and she’d never agree to that—never in a zillion years, not even if I were…” She tried to imagine herself an incredibly advanced adult age “Twenty-three.” Down the hall, she could see some other girls. She missed Zoila, her roommate at Avendale. Although Zoila had gone back to her family in Alusinhe, Harriet had gotten a letter from her brunette mother (who had known Lady Endeline at school) directing her to stay at Endline Towers and continue her studies during the repairs at Avendale. Since a similar letter had been sent to Miss Maitland, Harriet could not pretend *not* to have gotten it and just hopped on the train home--something she actually had considered, figuring that it would be too much trouble to send her all the way back to Endeline from her family's summer estate in southern Kadoria. "Well, that couldn't happen," she thought petulantly. "Nothing good EVER happens, and now here I am, stuck at End-of-the-Line Towers." Then she brightened. "I bet I could get a snack and some tea in the kitchen. If I could find the kitchen," Juniper Halifax, whom Harriet knew by sight, was standing in the hallway, talking brightly--as usual--to two girls Harriet didn't know: a brunette and little blonde holding a plush doll. Harriet made an abbreviated reverence to the group, saying "Rayati, Halifax. We're rooming together if you're in this room. Rayati, ladies. Let me put my things down and I'll come back and show some manners." They all returned her revenence and greeted her all at once in a cheerful clamor. The door to her assigned room was wide open, so she walked directly in, shoving aside the suitcases blocking the entry, and, placing her carpetbag on the unmussed bed, turned and looked for a place to put her suitcase. The small bright room was sweetly feminine, with its pale green striped wallpaper and cream trim. The beds were covered with soft tufted chenille spreads in the modern Trentish style. Harriet hoisted her suitcase onto the bench in front of the dressing table. Taking off her hat, she examined her hair with disgust. It sorely needed to be dressed and braided before she could be considered respectably neat. Well, she hadn't seen any prefects to call her to task for untidiness, and Juniper's hair was at least as wild as hers, even if it was not as long. "Down to my knees," grumbled Harriet, pulling off her gloves and tossing them on top of her suitcase she retraced her steps to investigate this interesting brunette presence in the Blondes' Hall. "Halifax must be up to something," she thought. Halifax was frequently up to something. "I'll bet she knows exactly where the kitchen is, though." |
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