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[img]https://s2.postimg.org/wlogxtv09/virginia_aesthetic2.png[/img][hr][color=9999ff][b]Location[/b][/color]: Crypt Townhouse Near the Strand, London
[hider=House and Description][img]https://c1.staticflickr.com/3/2621/3928496504_fab1dba590.jpg[/img][center]The Crypts purchased the house ages ago, as their dear friend's practice was nearby. He was an undertaker. Does that surprise you? It shouldn't. Alfred manages the household affairs, as the townhouse was originally used for attending events of the season, as well as to be present for public executions. Virginia takes a professional interest in them. That should hardly surprise you either.[/center][/hider][/center][hr][hr]	Virginia ate her food idly, sometimes even childishly playing with it using her fork. She recalled one Hallow's eve where her father had insisted that the family eat with pitchforks and the small frenzy that had caused the kitchen staff. They had attempted to polish them, after all, only for Lord Dywell to insist that any dirt still attached to them merely added flavor and was good for one's health. He was an unhinged man. Virginia missed him dearly. 

	"So Millicent is getting married?" James asked in confirmation, his eyes wide. "Does that mean the hag won't be pinching my cheeks and trying to get her to marry me anymore?"

	[color=9999ff]"James, Mrs. Wyndham is not a hag,"[/color] Virginia corrected. [color=9999ff]"You bring shame to Great Aunt Calpurnia Crypt when you speak like that. She was the greatest hag of them all."[/color] Calpurnia Crypt had been burned at the stake roughly a century prior. She had danced naked in the square and brought a holy man to his knees. They accused her of being a witch. 

	"Sorry Aunt Calpurnia..." James muttered, pouting slightly before taking a big gulp of tea. "Millie's mom [i]is[/i] awful though...She's the worst normal of the lot."

	Virginia chuckled, taking a sip of her own tea. While she disliked Mrs. Wyndham's previous attempts to engage Millicent to Virginia's little brother, James disliked them even more. He claimed that all girls carried the Black Death and while he admired that in them, he didn't feel like dying from that disease just yet. But like all little boys, his claims were filled with contradictions. He had no qualms about his sister nor Dame Hale. In fact, had James been older, Virginia might have suspected that he fancied the nun. 

	[color=9999ff]"Normals are not like us, dear James. They marry for political alliances and enjoy pastels such as pink,"[/color] Virginia informed him. [color=9999ff]"I do not pretend to understand the situation myself, but Millicent is not a normal. I cannot imagine her marrying for anything but love."[/color]

	"What about you, Ginny?" James then asked, slurping up the rest of his tea. "Are you gonna marry and leave me with Alfred?"

	[color=9999ff]"No, not yet at least. I would never leave you, James. If I were to marry, my husband would be dead or comatose within the week,"[/color] Virginia promised, smiling fondly at her little brother. [hr][hr][center][img]https://s8.postimg.org/nvq4ksl7p/maeve.png[/img]
[img]https://s2.postimg.org/88devw7h5/Regency_Chloe_12.gif[/img][hr][color=ff6600][b]Location[/b][/color]: Teriny Inn[/center][hr][hr]	Maeve couldn't help but feel that she would indeed be need of luck throughout the rest of this journey. She also wondered why the parson's family had entrusted him with this task, let alone any task. But Maeve supposed she couldn't expect much more from protestants. They had bastardized the Catholic faith and couldn't even walk without knocking something over. It made sense that they wouldn't be the brightest as well. 

	[color=ff6600]"T'anks for de offer, but both yer an' oi know 'tis best if I carry dem,"[/color] Maeve replied, flashing a winning smile at the parson. [color=ff6600]"I'll be a moment."[/color] Maeve then collected herself and headed back up the stairs of the inn, entering the room she had spent the night in. A few minutes later she emerged once more, her walking stick in one hand and her belongings hoisted over her shoulder with the other hand. Descending the stairs, Maeve chuckled at the parson slightly. 

	[color=ff6600]"I'd give yer me shillelagh but I tink ye'd break it,"[/color] Maeve teased. She was half surprised the parson hadn't found a way to break it already just by looking at it. But somehow, clothing did seem to be immune to his ways. Perhaps the same could be said for a shillelagh? However, Maeve was more focused on leaving the inn and heading out in the world. It was a nice stop after the grueling journey by boat, but she wasn't here to eat exotic fruits. She was here for her daughter--she had a duty.

	[color=ff6600]"Let's be aff den."[/color]