Leona, the first mother of the orphanage, had seen the door open revealing a young man who asked to adopt a teenager, and looks at the man curiously. He didn't look any older than a teenager himself. Maybe just getting into the twenties, but that was as far as her imagination would stretch, a ginger eyebrow raised. She was ginger with blue eyes, and wore her years good, keeping a good form. She thought about it for a few moments. "You don't look any older than a teenager yourself, if you will pardon my sayin' so sir. But I suppose if that's what you will need, I'm afraid only one has stayed in this orphanage. And it's almost breakfast. Come inside, get yourself comfortable. Amelia'll be right out. Did you already eat sirs?" She asks.

"This one did, I was doing something else at the time. If it isn't too much trouble I would like some food." Jasper said motioning to Dracula with a grin having gotten excited for being in town for the first time in a long while. He knew that the vampire was a whole lot more intelligent, but he still felt like he should give some warning. "You might want to change your name. Not that you probably haven't already thought of everything before." He said softly as the woman walked through the house, showing them where breakfast would be served. He turned with quick reflexes and steadied a young girl before she tripped and scraped her knee. The woman should check that floor board. "Easy does it, and be certain to notice your surroundings more." He said taking on a teaching tone that was automatic to the guard. But it was softer than usual since he was just talking to a child.

Leona went to the kitchen hearing the response watching as Amelia double tasked. She was cooking and reading at the same time, her movements in keeping the food well cooked, as automatic to the girl as breathing now. Amelia had taken the role of the cook when the original had been offered a position in a cafe, so many years ago. She bent down to the affectionate cat and pets her ears, Puxa purring loudly. "We have guests. One would like something as he hadn't eaten yet. And the other gentleman is asking to adopt you." That brought Amy's attention to Leona. The blue-grey hue eyes had a curious light to them that asked 'why?' and Leona could only slightly shrug. If anything it would do that man a bit of good to adopt a child than a teenager, pretty much his own age, but she wasn't about to argue with a potential parent.
"That's....odd. I never met someone who wanted to adopt a teenager." And neither had Leona in all her years training to be a good role model/mother for these kids. "Why does he want me?"
"That's my question to be honest. Looks no older than you."
"He really should then adopt a child. It doesn't really seem fair to them that I leave and they stay." Amelia said with a frown.
"Well, who am I to argue with someone that wants to adopt? And I don't want you to stay here if that's not what you wish to do Amelia. You should go. You're trapped here, and the only way you escape is with those novels you love so much. So take the offer. I can get the children to accept your leaving." Leona says softly placing a hand onto Amy's shoulders and placing a small kiss on the teenager's head. She had grown to love this girl as a daughter, and knew just how much she wanted to leave even if she just gave herself excuses to stay.