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Beatrice Avery
 Dec 14, 07 - 6:06 PM |
Lady Camille
“Juniper Halifax. Such an odd pette.” Beatrice mumbled as she quickly moved away from the group of blondes at the staircase. After unpacking she had decided to venture out of her room and take the risk of running into those twins in order to find the library. She had for a short while thought that the Estrenne twins would be her greatest source of annoyance and worry during her stay at Endeline Towers, but now she was not so sure. Halifax was pretty bad. Beatrice sighed. The library ought to be here in this hallway somewhere. At that moment a door opened at the other end of the hall and Beatrice found Sensera-chei approaching her. The young Estrenne mistress always made Beatrice feel uncomfortable. She moved slowly and elegantly as in a dream and it always seemed as if a soft wind was blowing though her hair. Sensera-chei’s voice twinkled and it always seemed as if some delightful music was playing when she was around. Things always ‘seemed’ around Sensera-chei but never really were. Like magic. But of course there is no such thing as magic. Not here anyway. Beatrice snapped out of her trance and quickly stepped into the nearest room, closing the door behind her. She really did not want to run into Sensera-chei and make this day more difficult than it had already been. “Well,what have we here? Rayati, little girl.” A tall and dark brunette lay reclined on a chaise longue in the centre of the room. She was dressed in a long sleek black dress and her hair was very neatly curled. Beatrice thought she looked like someone on her way to a party. She reverenced. “I am sorry Miss. I know I should not be here. I was looking for the library. Please forgive me, I’ll be on my way.” The brunette smiled. “Please, I had just decided I was awfully bored and then you stumbled into my room. I think you have been sent to entertain me.” “Oh no Miss. I was just looking for the library.” “Nonsense, please take a seat.” The brunette waved in the direction of a large arm chair next to her chaise longue. She sat up and rang a bell. She had not put the bell down or a little blonde servant girl was standing next to her. “Tea for two please Lena.” As the servant left she turned her attention to Beatrice again. “Girl, why are you not in this chair yet? Sit!” The brunette sounded very commanding. In a blink of an eye Beatrice sat. “What’s your name doll face?” “Beatrice Avery, Miss.” “And how old are you?” “Sixteen, Miss.” The brunette sighed. “Oh, how I wish I were 16 again. Life was so lovely and simple then. I am very old now you know, thirty five next month.” “Life is not simple at all!” Beatrice blurted out. She quickly covered her mouth with her hands. “I am sorry, I meant to say you don’t look old.” The brunette smiled. “No, maybe you are right. Life can be terribly complicated when you’re sixteen. But I forget my manners. My name is Camille Endeline. I am lady Endeline’s niece. It is a pleasure to meet you Miss Beatrice.” |
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Cecile Landgrebe
Jan 1st, 2008 - 4:32 PM |
Re: Lady Camille
Beatrice coloured. She had just stumbled in on a lady. Lady Camille took her silver cigarette case from the little table next to her chaise longue. She took a cigarette and offered the case to Beatrice. “Do you smoke?” Beatrice shook her head. “No of course you don’t. You don’t seem the type. Good girl. Don’t you ever start. It’s a bad habit. You can help me with a light can’t you? The matches are in the top drawer of that little Estrenne cabinet over there.” Beatrice hopped out of the big arm chair and fetched the matches. She walked over to Lady Camille and took out a match. She’d seen the maids use them sometimes. One strikes the little top over the side and it should light. Beatrice firmly stuck the match, and it broke. Lady Camille grinned. “My my, what a strong arm you have. Gently darling. Even a brunette like yourself needs to learn how to light a match. It is an indispensable skill in society these days.” Beatrice took another match from the box and tried again. It broke. “Again darling. I’ll not let you leave without having lit my cigarette.” Beatrice tried again and this time the match lighted. The sudden appearance of the flame almost made the girl drop the match but she managed to hold on. “Well done! Now hold the flame near my cigarette. Not too close darling, you don’t want to burn my nose or singe my hair.” The tall brunette inhaled and lit her cigarette on Beatrice’s match. “There…thank you dear.” She reclined back into her chaise and looked at Beatrice with an amused smile. “Are you not going to blow out that flame?” “Ouch!” Beatrice dropped the match and shook her hand. That hurt. Lady Camille took Beatrice’s hand and kissed it. “There, that ought to make it all right. It won’t hurt long, I promise.” The door opened and Lena came in with the tea. “Please pour out the tea Lena. This poor darling hurt her hand and I don’t feel like it much.” “Yes milady.” The sandwiches spread out before her look delicious to Beatrice. She hadn’t had anything to eat since they left for Endeline Towers early this morning. “Tuck in Miss Beatrice. You must be starving. I don’t suppose Mistress Baines has fed you yet, has she?” “Mistress Baines?” Beatrice asked. “The housekeeper. Dreadful creature. You’d better stay out of her way darling. It’ll save you a lot pain. She has the strongest arm in Trent and the meanest cane to go with it.” Beatrice swallowed the bite she’d just taken without chewing and paled. She felt the lump of sandwich slowly and painfully make its way down to her stomach. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have scared you. You don’t seem the sort of pette who’d get herself in trouble. You’ll be just fine. Now tell me, how does a pretty little Arciadian girl like yourself become an Avendale pupil? Quirinelle is rather out of the way, isn’t it?” “It’s my mothers, milady, they…” At that moment Lena appeared again. “It is time, milady.” Lady Camille sighed. “Yes, I suppose it is. Your story will have to wait until next time Miss Beatrice. I must be off now. Do come again soon.” Beatrice stood up and reverenced deeply. “Rayati, Miss Beatrice.” “Rayati Lady Camille.” When Beatrice looked up Lady Camille had disappeared. She quickly brushed a few crumbs from her skirt and pulled it down a bit, then walked back out into the hallway. She’d forgotten all about the library and walked back to her room. “Beatrice!” There stood Diana Parks, looking a sleepy mess. “Diana Parks!” Beatrice jumped into the arms of her friend. She was so relieved to see someone sensible. A friend and fellow brunette. Someone who would do her very best NOT to get her in trouble. “Ouch! What did you pinch me for?” “You’re late Miss Parks!” “I am?” “Yes! You have no idea of the ordeals I went through this morning alone.” Diana grinned. “Sit down and tell me all about it.” |
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