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[2001] The Plans We Have

Nik, Active Player

#23452
Eliza Amelia Lucy Villiers | Fifteen | Slytherin
Location: Villiers Household, England • Date: New Year's Eve, 2001


Eliza loved New Year's Eve. She loved making resolutions and starting afresh. She loved taking up a new hobby or learning a new task. She loved the fresh page that always came with a new year. Most importantly, however, she loved celebrations.

For as long as she could remember, the Villiers family would host. huge New Years Eve celebration in their large country home in the Surrey countryside. The house was surrounded by empty fields, the perfect place for a very large and very loud party.

Eliza stood out on the patio of the larger of the two livings rooms. For December, the weather was unusually mild. Eliza faced the wind, her long blonde hair flowing behind, a bottle of some very sweet alcoholic beverage with a very low percentage resting on the table next to her. Even though Eliza wasn't older enough to drink she was always promised one or two alcoholic beverages usually smuggled to her by her eldest brother.

The music inside pounded away. Eliza thought about the many plans she had for this upcoming year. So much she wanted to achieve. And soon her plans would start falling into place.

Eliza checked the watch on her wrist.

One hour until midnight.
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Everevna, Active Player

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TAMSIN VERA HENRIETTE VILLIERS, C.1979 • CERTIFIED HEALER

"I see you have gone astray looking for the actual party, sister dear."

The hubbub of drunken, jubilant guests momentarily trickled through the gilded patio doors of their home before the second eldest of the brood carelessly pushed it shut behind her. Immediately she could feel the winds of midnight eve on her bare shoulders and arms. The chill was thankfully bearable under the influence of fine liquor—one of which she cradled in a delicate crystal glass in the palm of her hand, and which she raised surreptitiously at her sister.

If only it meant she could take another sip out of it guilt-free.

And she did, but perhaps not merely a sip.

It took an occasion like New Year's Eve for their home to be filled so decadent with music, and noise, and life. In any other day, one must tiptoe about the hallways and whisper beneath one's breath, for Circe forbade some noise should revive yet another of Mother's all-consuming migraines. Keeping one's silence was all she had known growing up. At times, it grew louder than life, deafening.

No wonder Father turned elsewhere for some semblance of feeling alive.

Still, she had to admit that their mother knew how to host a soiree. And of course, all of their outfits for the night had to be chosen and vetted by the matron of the household. Hers was a cascading, watery column of pale gold silk which left her back bare and which skirt roiled like a desert in a sandstorm. At least it gave her an abundance of mobility to move and dance in. Tamsin liked that.

Even if she'd like it better if her boyfriend was here for her to dance with.

He had his own fetes, naturally, and she had no one to blame but herself for still having not told her family about his existence. Speaking of lovers...

"I think you'll find that the Wolverstones' boy has gone quite astray trying to find his beau, too. Tell me," Tamsin tilted her head back at her sister from where she leaned over the railing, a teasing smile tipping her rouged lips, "Are you planning on deigning him a dance at all tonight?"
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Re: [2001] The Plans We Have

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"Just taking a quiet minute to myself. Hardly a crime is it?" Eliza replied to her older sister, turning to face the party happening indoors now, a smirk on her lips. Inside she watched as couples danced to the music, chatted by the fireplace or poured themselves yet another drink. So much was happening and this was when Eliza was happiest.

She loved the hustle and bustle of parties. Especially parties in her own family home where everyone knew she was. She loved not being able to cross a room without being stopped to tell her how beautiful her gown yes.

"Why thank you," she'd reply, "Mummy got it made especially for tonight."

Others would ask her how school was going or if there were any boys in her life at the moment. Yes, she loved having the attention on her, that much was obvious.

Eliza let out a small laugh as her sister asked her about the Wolverstone boy. "Oh please. Do you really think I'd go for him. He's been obsessed with me since we were young." While yes, the Wolverstone's came from money which was a vital part of her checklist for boys, the eldest son did seem a bit...odd. "I'm pretty sure I saw him pick his nose and wipe it in his shirt earlier." Eliza glanced up at her older sister.

"That shirt was a designer shirt, Tammy. Designer"
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Re: [2001] The Plans We Have

Everevna, Active Player

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Tamsin exhaled a breath of bemusement from her nose as she absent-mindedly swirled around her eaux de vie in the polished crystal glass. It amused her to watch her younger siblings fumble about as they sipped life in teaspoonfuls. All was very endearing to observe, if only for the whiff of nostalgia that once upon a time that had been herself.

Ironically with the older of the Wolverstone offspring, but that was besides the point.

It was just a little bittersweet to think that she had once been that innocent, and clueless, and blissfully unaware. The older sister would strangle anyone, boy or man, with her bare hands if it meant Eliza would remain that way for just that little longer.

Or perhaps that was too morbid. Poison would be much, much cleaner.

"Oh, but Alfred doesn't care, don't you see?" she drawled, not without a touch of mocking air, and certainly with an abundance of imagination. "Half of Alfred's closet is designer, and the other half is custom-made in his size by Mummy dearest herself. Mummy had been sewing Alfred clothes since he was a baby, you see. Mummy has also been wiping his snot for him all his life. You must forgive that he doesn't know what to do with his own snot."

The farce did not last for long before she burst out in laughter.
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Re: [2001] The Plans We Have

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Eliza looked up at her older sister as she spoke. Her eyes were fixated on hers as she spoke of the Wolverstone boy, a smirk growing on her lips with each word she said. As Tamsin finished, a small silence grew between them as they both struggled to hold in their laughter. Eventually, the silence ended as the two both erupted into laughter right there on the patio. She was almost certain she saw Mr. Egerton and his wife share a look of disgust but Eliza didn't care. These were the moments she appreciated most with her sister.

"Tammy stop." Eliza pause to catch her breath. Eventually, she shook her head and took a sip of her drink. "I mean, he has been obsessed with me since we were toddlers. Unfortunately for him, he still acts like one." Eliza prided herself on the fact that she was quite mature. Well, so she would say anyway. She constantly tried to imitate the air of maturity that her eldest brother and sister always gave off and often questioned how anyone could be so...childlike.

After the two calmed down, Eliza turned to her sister. "How's your evening been? Any boys in there catch your eye? I know a few catch mine." she joked.
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Everevna, Active Player

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Tamsin released another bemused breath from her nose before she turned. Never one to remain poised, the young woman immediately propped her elbows on the cool marble ledge as she leaned against it. She did not immediately answer, instead taking an unblinking sip of her drink.

"The catch in your question there is that I don't look at the boys," she eventually quipped a touch teasingly, even if was not without a cavalier air of self-assuredness. Still, Eliza's sister knew what she meant. Any other year, Tamsin would have indulged herself like any other person. There was rarely a shortage of willing and amorous sons of family friends or business associates that vied for a dance or a walk through the gardens or a tour of the house.

This year was different. Not the men; her. It simply wasn't interesting. It all became rather uninspiring, really, this charade of romantic networking.

Strange, how the heart influenced the inclinations of the mind.

"Unless, of course, they are somehow in dire need of medical attention," she did not forget to qualify her statement. "Don't let that plant any ideas in that head of yours."
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Re: [2001] The Plans We Have

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Eliza gave her eldest sister a look at her reply. A look that said, You know that's not what I meant. However, the look on her face changed to a smile at her next sentence as she thought of all the possible ways to make her sister fall in love with some boy from another rich family.

"You know Mother would only be delighted if you told her you were seeing one of the Millington boys, or..." she looked inside to see if she could spot someone her sister could possibly fancy, "Or how about that new guy that's working for Daddy...Alec I think his name is." she linked arms with her sister and lay her head on her shoulder. "Mother might even leave her room for once to congratulate you. Wouldn't that be something."
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Re: [2001] The Plans We Have

Everevna, Active Player

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The older sister leaned her head affectionately against the younger's as the pair stood, backs facing away from the garden, facing inward to the milling, dancing, and laughing guests behind the glass patio doors. Tamsin took a long sip from the crystal glass. She humoured her little sister, if only that it made Eliza happy.

There would be no Millington boys or personal secretaries, but what Eliza did not know did not harm her.

It was too early anyway, and her family had no place in her relationship with Ciceron.

Alice's older daughter exhaled a short laugh at the remark about their mother. "Today was quite the experience, wasn't it?" she spoke, referring to their mother's temper tantrum during the banquet preparations earlier in the day.

"At least she's happy now."

And just as insistent on trying to meddle with her love affairs, but less endearing.