Blue eyes looked down at brown lace up boots as they tapped against one another repetitively. Idly, she wondered how much they had cost. Likely far more than she could imagine. They felt snug against her skin, the fresh smelling leather fitting surprisingly comfortably. The laces had been an issue...but with Mrs Agatha’s help, she had eventually sorted them. She’d hid her blush at having to ask for assistance with something so foolish and had made sure that no one else was around when she did.

Her gaze rose from her shoes, to glance around the room, admiring the furnishings. Everything looked so precise and neat, like its whole purpose was to be here and nowhere else. Infact, this whole place was brilliant. She had never really been inside anything like South Bank before. And even though she’d already been here three days, Jennie had still looked around excitedly as she’d wandered down the hallway to the common room, fingers brushing against the delicate wallpaper that was plastered from floor to ceiling. She kept finding herself touching pieces of the house to make sure that it was real, and that she wasn’t just in some dream world of her own making. The bumpy yet smooth texture of the wallpaper had confirmed that it was still real. At least for now anyway.

Jennie’s home had been a stark contrast. She’d spent her life (or at least what she could recall) living in the dirty, fetid inner city slums of London. Whitechapel to be precise. But to her it hadn’t really seemed dirty [i]or[/i] fetid. True it was overcrowded - but you were never at lack of company. Sure the factory’s nearby were terribly loud - but as she would later find out she found it horribly difficult to sleep in silence. And everyone knew that it was rife with crime - but that had just provided ample opportunity to learn the tricks of the trade. It was plain and simply, her life. Or had been. Until she’d entered South Bank.

Now she was sat in the common room, having squeezed past a couple of the others to plop down in one of the remaining empty seats. The man infront of them had initially remained so silent that she jumped a little when he spoke. “I hope you’ve all been resting well...-“ She fidgeted on her chair as she listened to his speech, already having been told off twice in the last 24 hours for putting her feet on the fabric covers, yet finding it uncomfortable to sit with her back so straight. “...let us all join hands and pray-“

A laugh escaped from her suddenly, it spilling from her lips unexpected & unwanted, and she quickly clapped a palm over her mouth as if she could capture the sound with her fingers.[color=f26522] “Sorry.”[/color] Jennie smiled gingerly, hoping that he wasn’t actually as scary as he seemed, for she meant no harm by it. But, well... it did seem barmy to expect them to make it on time [i]now[/i]. She didn’t even know [i]how[/i] to tell the time. Well, she sort of did (her Ma had once told them that people of the upper classes liked that sort of thing). But usually she just relied on the chiming of bells to tell her what hour it was. Getting anywhere at a precise time was unheard of and it seemed unlikely that this was going to change now. 

Eventually she shrugged her slim shoulders and held out a hand to the person next to her to see if they would take it. He didn’t seem like a man who would take no for an answer and honestly, she was quickly growing bored of sitting here, the quiet too much for the teenager.