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Georgie sat in the Garden, rows and rows of flowers blossoms in every direction, all different colors, the sun shined bright; all a contrast to Araminta's cold winter. She's been in the city for over a week and it's more unbearable than when she stayed here over the summer when James was still alive. Not everyone was in the mansion at once if it wasn't the holidays. After taking off from school, until this stone situation was fixed, she doesn't have anything to do with her day. She still studies, but without assignments there's only so much she can read the same book before she gets distracted with her current situation or one of her siblings are being loud and obnoxious. The Garden was the only place she could escape to for peace and quiet. She didn't leave until it was time for lunch. She shook pollen from her black jumper with embroidered red roses she made herself, and swept them from her red trousers. She wiggled the finger her ring is on and a few seconds later a portal opened to her bedroom. 

It was neat with flower pots on the windowsill, her lavender bedspread made up with five pillows piled in order at the end of her queen sized bed. Her walls had printed posters of her favorite artwork: "A Sunday Afternoon on the Island of La Grande Jatte" by Georges Seurat, "Waterlilies and Japanese Bridge" by Claude Monet, and "Prima Ballerina" by Edgar Degas were the ones she had multiple copies; a set for her room here and another for her flat in Edinburgh. She had plenty more back home, but she makes due with what she has now. If this isn't resolved in a month, then she may have to order more.

She wasn't able to eat her lunch, because Oscar called a meeting was supposedly important. A year ago she would have been interested in what he has to say, but he's squandered his future for non-sense. Non-sense that hasn't given him answers for their problem. She's sour about it, but no use bitching. She took a seat at the dining room table next to Sabrina. She had LeBeau in her lap and she couldn't help petting him. She made the mistake of inviting him into the Garden once. Her flowers screamed to get him out as he trampled them. So much for not being completely solitary in her space.

The wait for Oscar was awkward, she abandoned her meal and her space for this? Several minutes passed before he finally spoke up. She was excited at the prospect that he found answers. She wasn't excited about inviting strangers into their home without asking first. She was the type to hate surprise visitors. Did he even make sure the house was clean before inviting anyone over? Arabella does wonders for a mansion this size alone, but that's hours of work. She inspected the room, eyes barely sparing her siblings a glance looking for dust or something Alexander may have left around, but nothing stood out other than the fire place going. Suppose it's presentable enough.

When their guests walked in she nearly had a laugh. They were no older than her and looked like they belonged to the working class. The boy was reminiscent of 2012 Korean idols, and the girl looked like a mouser version of the mob in her tracksuit.
 
[color=CE6857]"Ossie, sweetheart, you've bloody gone off the deep this time, haven't you?"[/color]

JJ did all the talking, introducing them and being vague about their situation, which was more than she would have said. Would have kicked them out without an introduction if she had it her way. Perhaps rude, but she doesn't want them here.

[color=CE6857]"I would've felt more at ease if Oscar talked this through with us first."[/color] She cut her eyes at Oscar, then looked back at their guest. She hardly paid attention when Oscar said their names. They aren't important, until they prove they're important. [color=CE6857]"You look no older than twenty and I doubt you've been at this long enough to be called [i]experts.[/i]"[/color]