Seeing that his family were not prepared for his early arrival, he left his suitcase in the foyer and made his way through the winding corridors. He had spent many an afternoon as a child running through these hallways with his siblings and cousins and even after all these years, he still could wander these halls blindfolded. He was dressed in a tweed three piece suit that suited the long drive he had undertaken that morning. After a skipping lunch the first order of business until his family were ready to descend on him, was to find food. It had been 18 months since he was last at his Family’s Estate. Since the end of the war two years earlier, he had spent the majority of his time in London writing Fantasy and Science Fiction. After the death of his older Brother, his Father suddenly took an interest in his only son's choice in vocation. After 18 months of terse letters and heated debates while in residence in London, Edward had relented and agreed to join his Family at the Harrington Estate. 

His nose discovered the kitchen first. The kitchen was deserted though the steaming pot of soup and the smell of fresh bread evident that the cook had only disappeared momentarily. Grabbing a bowl and spoon he opened the lid of the pot.

[b]“What the hell. Why is it green?[/b]” he mumbled to himself. Dipping his spoon into the soup and taking a sip, [i]well it tastes good[/i] he thought shrugging his shoulders and poured himself a bowl. Snatching a few dinner rolls from the cooling rack, he made himself comfortable at the wooden table in the kitchen. Even after twenty years, he was still sneaking into the kitchen and snatching food from under the noses of the kitchen staff. He had spent many an afternoon being chased by Molly while stuffing bread rolls into his mouth. Even as an adult he had half expected Molly to jump out from the corner to shoo him off.