Post by YukiTen on Feb 16, 2012 15:24:11 GMT -7
"No, it's not that." Sophia sighed cooly, reopening her intense blue eyes. "So, how do you feel about this whole sudden move?" she questioned cautiously, wondering vaguely about what it would be like living at Ashford.
Well, the only real difference between living in the Blackfeld estate and living at the school was that there was more people, more social interactions, teachers, and less privacy. All of which were unfortunate. She absolutely hated people she didn't know - especially if they were Britannian. Which, in turn, was a complete contradiction as she was, indeed, also Britannian.
Wait. Didn't Sophia know people from the school?
She closed her eyes again and thought about for a little longer, her grip adjusting on her laptop. She tapped her fingers gently on the cool metal of it, biting on the inside part of her lip. Who the hell did she know? Well, there was a redhead girl with a too-innocent disposition. She was fairly annoying and her voice was too high. Sophia blinked.
Shirley Finette.
There's one. But what about the others? Were there any others? Of course. There had to be. After all, Weiss knew damn near everybody, being one of the highest ranking dukes in the whole of the Britannian empire. So, that being said, Sophia should also know just about everybody too.
Right? Right.
Well, now then. There was a blond who was also on the annoying side but less than Shirley Finette. She was a bit tall, big-breasted, a natural leader, and the leader of-- Oh! Milly Ashford. She was the granddaughter of the founder of Ashford, maybe?
Eh. Oh well. She could barely remember these people. Chances were, the would definitely NOT remember her. Sophia let out a small sigh and nearly leapt out of her skin when the large mahogany door of the Blackfeld Estate swung open, a tall an neatly dressed young man swanning right in. He bore a black suit and hat, which he so removed in order to bow politely.
Sophia blinked rapidly.
Cyfon smiled and winked at the man he knew as the limo driver. The man was his friend and the two were almost always picking on the poor jumpy blond who so clutched at her laptop.
"My apologies, Miss Sophia," the driver apologized, an amused grin crawling across his face.
She blinked and slumped over, obviously embarrassed. "It's fine, Jasper," she said pathetically.
[Shiiiiiiiiiiiit. And 300 million is such an unrealistic number. -.-"]
Well, the only real difference between living in the Blackfeld estate and living at the school was that there was more people, more social interactions, teachers, and less privacy. All of which were unfortunate. She absolutely hated people she didn't know - especially if they were Britannian. Which, in turn, was a complete contradiction as she was, indeed, also Britannian.
Wait. Didn't Sophia know people from the school?
She closed her eyes again and thought about for a little longer, her grip adjusting on her laptop. She tapped her fingers gently on the cool metal of it, biting on the inside part of her lip. Who the hell did she know? Well, there was a redhead girl with a too-innocent disposition. She was fairly annoying and her voice was too high. Sophia blinked.
Shirley Finette.
There's one. But what about the others? Were there any others? Of course. There had to be. After all, Weiss knew damn near everybody, being one of the highest ranking dukes in the whole of the Britannian empire. So, that being said, Sophia should also know just about everybody too.
Right? Right.
Well, now then. There was a blond who was also on the annoying side but less than Shirley Finette. She was a bit tall, big-breasted, a natural leader, and the leader of-- Oh! Milly Ashford. She was the granddaughter of the founder of Ashford, maybe?
Eh. Oh well. She could barely remember these people. Chances were, the would definitely NOT remember her. Sophia let out a small sigh and nearly leapt out of her skin when the large mahogany door of the Blackfeld Estate swung open, a tall an neatly dressed young man swanning right in. He bore a black suit and hat, which he so removed in order to bow politely.
Sophia blinked rapidly.
Cyfon smiled and winked at the man he knew as the limo driver. The man was his friend and the two were almost always picking on the poor jumpy blond who so clutched at her laptop.
"My apologies, Miss Sophia," the driver apologized, an amused grin crawling across his face.
She blinked and slumped over, obviously embarrassed. "It's fine, Jasper," she said pathetically.
[Shiiiiiiiiiiiit. And 300 million is such an unrealistic number. -.-"]
