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Humming a random tune, Elizabeth dressed for the day, the light from the sun cascading into her room, casting a warm glow on everything. Her room was pretty simple, for a rich girl, and probably a bit messier than most would expect. Not many of them had been in any of her many rooms, especially this one, which she would probably claim to be her one true room. 

There were posters covering nearly every inch of the pale lavender walls, all of them of bands, games, or inspirational phrases. Her bed was pretty normal too, for a rich girl. Most would expect a four post bed with drapes and the whole nine, but nah. Elizabeth had asked for something simple. It was a queen bed and her comforter was yellow and gray and pale, matching her walls. There were clothes strewn about the room, one article of which was draped over the flat screen TV on her dresser, which had knocked over the Wii's sensor bar. She had the Wii up here for her favorite game in the entire world, Twilight Princess (And Harvest Moon but shhh), and the Wii U downstairs for all of the party games. 

Finally satisfactorily clothed in jeans and a t-shirt, Elizabeth bounded down the stairs to the second floor. She smiled at the stick-note 'nameplates' on everyone's room. She was hoping the others would be up for decorating their doors. It would be nice to see everyone's personality on the door to their rooms. 

After a few minutes of bugging Madam Kleine and sitting around in the living room, her lack of patience got the better of her and she raced down to the garden to work with Henry, the gardener. The garden here had always been something she'd down with her grandfather and since his passing, she spend pretty much any free time she has up-keeping it. 

Madam Kleine smirked as she watched the young lady shoot out the door. One day she would be a good hostess, today was not that day.