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chaoswillfallrpg · 4 years ago

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ELEANOR YAXLEY is TWENTY-FOUR YEARS OLD and a SOCIALITE amongst THE SACRED TWENTY-EIGHT in LONDON. She looks remarkably like MAUDE APATOW and considers herself NEUTRAL. She is currently TAKEN.

→ OVERVIEW:

From the moment she was born, Eleanor Yaxley has truly believed that she is Merlin’s gift to humanity. The eldest of twins, Eleanor was raised on the Yaxley family estate in Greater North London in a charming little wizarding community outside the Muggle town of Radlett. There she had a charmed life, dressed in the finest threads her family could find her and the centre of her household. From an early age Eleanor had a flair for the dramatics and was only ever truly content when she was the star of the show and the centre of attention. A strong personality, Eleanor found getting her own way very easy and quickly established herself as the leader of the little Yaxley duo, much to VICTOR’s silent despair. The creative brain, Eleanor would sit and conceive ideas for plays the pair would put on in front of their family. They were normally one woman shows, though at times inspiration did strike her and the need for a second minor character was required to which her brother happily filled the spot. In Eleanor’s mind her childhood was utterly perfect. Filled with laughter, beauty and games she couldn’t have been any happier and it was inconceivable to her that anyone in her family could feel differently. If Eleanor were to have peered over her rose tinted spectacles throughout her life she may have found something quite different to the reality she had constructed in her head. But it is likely that if she had bothered to so she would have only been taken with her own reflection in them.

Outside of Eleanor’s world her family were quite unhappy. Her mother ISMENA FLINT had married her father ELIJAH YAXLEY hoping to make a love match. The younger of the Yaxley brothers, Eleanor’s grandmother would have preferred the more serious Yaxley brother CORBAN as a husband for Ismena, but when he seemed disinterested in marriage, a contract had been drawn up between Ismena and Elijah instead. Despite being the less reliable brother Eleanor’s mother had wanted him anyway, even though it was clear he was only interested in one thing and risked a life of unhappiness because of it. Elijah loved the stage and as the second child had enjoyed a life of acting and playwriting in Carkitt Market before he had ascended to head of the family and was made to marry and have children. Eleanor heard the love story of her parents many times, memorising the look in her mother’s eyes as she spoke of how proud she had been to see Elijah on stage. Eleanor’s love of showmanship had come from those early years sitting in the front row of her father’s shows with her mother and brother longing to be up on stage as he was. Eleanor had only really seen the pretty things, to young to see what lurked beyond them. Though Eleanor idolised her father he was never really present. When her grandmother ZARIAH YAXLEY and Ismena had asked her father to give up the stage when Eleanor was around six years old, he had done so reluctantly, turning his attention to his daughter to deal with the pain of losing his passion. Producing Eleanor became the thing he was interested in, critiquing her and giving her lessons to produce her into a star.

Despite leaving the theatre behind, Elijah still bitterly neglected his wife in favour of spending time with his daughter. Although Eleanor never cared enough to take notice, if she had done she might have noticed producing her into a star was more for her father than for Eleanor. Content with her relationship with her father, Eleanor didn’t stop to notice how this bothered her brother either. Being made to design her costumes for their nightly productions in their family parlour or running around at his sister’s every beck and call was not the ideal childhood he’d pictured but despite little comments and conversations she’d overheard between Victor and their mother he never fought back or tried to take control in any way. As far as concerned some people were born to be important like her and her father, whilst others were made for marriage and little else like Victor, her grandmother and their mother. Eleanor had a very clear idea of the way she wanted her life to go and Hogwarts was not what she had in mind. Though she begged and pleaded to attend The Wizarding Academy of Dramatic Arts, her grandmother outright refused. Despite being told her father was the head of their family it became quite clear Zariah was in charge of family operations as whatever decision she made Elijah backed even if he disagreed. Sorted into Slytherin, Eleanor was quite intent on doing her own thing, joining choir and doing her best to spread her wings creatively in any which way she could.

Part of Eleanor had hoped that her beauty and talent would attract a great number of people as friends to compliment and adore her, but after meeting NARCISSA BLACK it was quite clear who that position was filled by. It was easy to be jealous of Narcissa. She was the great beauty of their year group, from a brilliantly celebrated family. Eleanor however, was never jealous of Narcissa. It was difficult for her to be jealous of people who were very different from her. Eleanor wanted to be famous for her singing abilities, Narcissa wanted to be a wife and mother. Feminism was somewhat lost on Eleanor, who had always equated ambition and success as something achieved within someone’s career and although she supported Narcissa’s choices to her face, was quite cutting about her lack of desire to do anything else with her life behind her back. None of Eleanor’s friends really desired to do anything except get married which was why she got on with them so well. The only person who was remotely like her was VIOLET BULSTRODE, a wicked girl who longed to take her place in society alongside her family with an advantageous career at The Daily Prophet. Like Eleanor, Violet didn’t have the best people skills. Whilst Eleanor found her ambition attractive, she silently believed the only way Violet would ever make it would be by people fearing her rather than schmoozing her way around as most did.

It was this attraction to Violet that Eleanor couldn’t quite wrap her head around whilst she was at school that made Eleanor begin to question her sexuality. Eleanor was drawn to Violet in a way she hadn’t been anyone else before. Eleanor enjoyed the way she pursued her despite the numerous knock backs she gave her. Although Eleanor wasn’t sure about how she felt becoming someone’s girlfriend, she did enjoy having her around for other reasons. Violet’s loyalty to Eleanor was unwavering and anyone she hated, Violet made sure would have a miserable existence. Due to her big headedness and all around difficult personality, Eleanor made a number of enemies at school but MAREN LINWOOD and her sister LAUREL LINWOOD were two of Eleanor’s fiercest. A year younger than Eleanor, Maren joined choir and quickly became a firm favourite, edging out Eleanor due to her talent and forcing her to share the limelight. A lowly Muggle-Born witch, Eleanor made it her mission to mercilessly bully Maren with the help of Violet, which caught the attention of her older sister Laurel who tried to fight on her behalf until she graduated. For a time SIRIUS BLACK took over where Laurel left off, but he and his friends had never scared her. Eleanor liked people who stayed out of her lane and bullied anyone who encroached upon her turf, which also included her own family. It was not lost on Eleanor that she was the least favourite at family gatherings.

Eleanor actively butted heads with ROSALIE FLINT and LYRA BRUKE. Lyra responded to any of Eleanor’s comments with her want or with verbal abuse and Rosalie was someone she had simply always been jealous of. They shared similar interests but for Eleanor that was a threat rather than the foundations for bonding. Graduating from school, Eleanor secretly took up an occasional job singing at The Grave Affair when it was taken over by ANDRESSA and CHRISTIANO PARKINSON. Singing at the club was a joy, until Rosalie showed up and ruined it. Though she’d never admit it, Eleanor was glad when her cousin went missing then she turned up again more talented than before she left. It angered her how much attention she got, sneaking around with little werewolf boyfriend JONATHAN REEVES, she did a bad job of hiding Eleanor has been tempted to hold it over her cousin’s head, but holding down a secret job she loved it wasn’t worth risking. Approaching her mid-twenties, Eleanor’s grandmother is more persistent than ever about her getting married, but Eleanor is even more determined still to never get married. Despite any meaningful connections she makes, Eleanor isn’t sure if she’ll ever be ready to make her family proud in that way. She belongs on the stage, not playing house. Unbeknownst to Eleanor there is more riding on Eleanor getting married than she believes, as her family conceal a dark secret which might make or break her.

ADDITIONAL INFORMATION:

Blood Status → Pure-Blood

Pronouns → She/Her

Identification → Cis Female

Sexuality → Pansexual

Relationship Status → Single

Previous Education → Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry (Slytherin)

Societies → Pura Sorores

Family → Elijah Yaxley (father), Ismena Yaxley (mother), Victor Yaxley (brother), Adaria Linwood (unknown half-sister), Laurel Linwood (unknown half-sister/adversary), Maren Linwood (unknown half-sister/adversary), Corban Yaxley (uncle), Dionysus Flint (uncle), Lotte Flint (aunt), Decius Flint (cousin), Rosalie Flint (cousin), Eelis Burke (uncle), Kratista Burke (aunt) Caius Burke (cousin), Lyra Burke (cousin)

Connections → Narcissa Black (best friend), Violet Bulstrode (best friend/potential love interest), Persephone Wilkes (close friend), Rabastan Lestrange (close friend), Regulus Black (close friend/potential love interest), Rowena Rowle (friend), William Goyle (friend), Alecto Carrow (former friend), Amycus Carrow (former friend), Christiano Parkinson (boss), Andressa Parkinson (boss)

Future Information → N/A

ELEANOR YAXLEY IS A LEVEL 3 WITCH.

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holmesoverture · 6 years ago

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The Christmas Party - Chapter 3

Yes hello I have been very lazy about posting my fanfic but here is chapter three wheeeee

First Chapter Previous Chapter More info on my fics in general

Warnings: I don’t think there are any for this chapter!

With Sir Gideon’s assistance I laid the girl upon the sofa in the conservatory adjoining the drawing-room. It was a small round enclosure with large curtained windows in place of walls and a vaulted glass ceiling. A little pool, surrounded by tiles and all manner of pot plants and small trees, served as the room’s centrepiece. I imagined it would look radiant by day, with sunlight sparkling in the water and shining upon the exotic foliage. As Sir Gideon retreated to the dining-room, closing the doors behind him to grant us a measure of privacy, I began unlacing the girl’s stays. Whatever was the matter, it could only be helped by unrestricted breathing.

To say that she awoke the moment the doors were shut is inadequate to convey the quickness of her revival. She pushed herself upright with such vigour that I was compelled to place a hand upon her shoulder to prevent further and potentially injurious movement. Her gaze was keen and bright, which I interpreted as a heartening sign of recovery rather than suspicious.

“Please lie still, Miss,” said I. “You swooned just now, in the dining-room. If you’ll allow me to examine you, I’d very much like to make sure this is not a symptom of something more serious.”

“While your concern is appreciated, I assure you that I am in perfect health.”

“Holmes!”

“Yes.”

He left me sputtering and stammering upon the sofa to study his reflection in one of the windows. “Ah, good, you have not ruined my face,” he said. “Most of my cosmetics are at home, and having to perform anything more than minor repair work would be difficult.”

“What the bloody hell are you doing here?” I said with what I thought was great restraint.

“I am on the hunt for a most elusive prey, and disguises are an integral part of my work. They allow me both to enter places where I would be unwelcome or conspicuous and to extract information from those who might otherwise be unwilling to provide it. By taking on the role of a parlour-maid, I hope to thwart the fulfillment of a most reprehensible crime.”

I pondered this a moment. “Do those clothes make you uncomfortable?”

“In a physical or a metaphysical sense?”

“Both, I suppose.”

“I prefer my regular clothes but there is nothing very disagreeable about what I am wearing now, so long as it does not prompt you to do something as utterly ridiculous as refer to me as Miss Holmes.”

“How does fainting fit into your grand scheme?”

“It does not. I saw you were in distress and thought a diversion, particularly one which would enable you to fall back upon a familiar routine such as taking charge of a patient, might help you to recover. And now see, the colour has returned to your face and you are quite yourself again, are you not?”

I grudgingly admitted it was so. I checked my pulse, fingers clammy against the cold skin of my wrist. It was still fast, but this could be attributed to the shock of discovery.

“Now that your nerves have been restored, I believe we have dallied long enough. If you would be good enough to lace me back up, I can return to my work and you can return to your absurd holiday celebration.”

He presented his back to me, as though my assistance was a foregone conclusion. It was, of course, though I was determined to at least make my displeasure known to him, even if it would make no difference in his mind.

“I could write a book about the detriments of corsets,” I said.

“And how many of these detriments present themselves after a single evening?”

“None serious.”

“Then stop grousing and pull harder. There, that’s better.”

“I would like to state for the record that I do not fancy becoming one-half of the next Boulton and Park.”

“Again you worry for nothing. They weren’t even convicted.”

“Won’t you at least tell me what it is you’re working on?”

“There’s no time for that now. Your host and fellow roisterers will grow concerned if they do not receive word from us soon. I will grant you a bit of advice, however: do not become too attached to Miss Philomena Hibbert. Unless one is a snake, she is not to be trusted.”

With that final cryptic declaration, he brushed the dirt from his skirt and opened the door to the dining-room. In an instant my friend Holmes disappeared, supplanted by a timid servant eager to apologise for her failure.

“Don’t give it another thought, Miss Page,” said Sir Gideon. “Will you be able to return to your work?”

“Oh yes, sir. I am very well now.”

Sir Gideon looked to me for confirmation, which I gave readily, before ‘Miss Page’ was permitted to continue her duties. Holmes left straightaway for the kitchen and, along with the other parlour-maid, delivered plum pudding to the sideboard and a bottle of Madeira to Sir Gideon.

“Miss Page does look much improved, doesn’t she?” said Miss Linwood once the maids had left us to our meals.

“I suppose so,” Philomena HIbbert replied. “I asked the agency to send parlour-maids who had experience in serving at dinner parties. I don’t consider swooning in the middle of dinner to be the hallmark of a professional.”

“I’m sure she did not intend to fall ill,” said I, stumbling over the pronoun. “And after all, I very much doubt if even the most professional of parlour-maids is accustomed to working in a house where a corpse is the primary topic of discussion.”

I could see she was not assuaged, but she made an effort to appear she was, either for my sake or for the sake of maintaining a jovial atmosphere, and soon enough the conversation turned to more festive topics. Once the table was cleared the real maid brought us a shallow bowl of brandy and raisins and we had ourselves a lively game of snapdragon. Miss Hibbert won while I fared worst of all, though I would like to believe that my poor performance was the result of a lack of concentration rather than a lack of skill. Holmes’ unexpected appearance and abstruse statements had chased all thoughts of the holiday and the mummy from my mind. What danger could a Christmas party possibly present, aside from various forms of gluttony? Was the danger such that I should prepare myself to protect the other guests? Protect them from what, or from whom? Not Miss Hibbert, surely? She had little patience for slip-ups but she could not be as treacherous as Holmes had implied.

I was in the process of handing Miss Linwood my handkerchief for the crying of forfeits and rather hoping I would be asked to kiss the ladies when we were interrupted by a loud thump from the parlour. The party froze and fell silent. A second thump caused Sir Gideon to excuse himself and hurry toward the source of the strange sounds. I allowed myself a brief glance at Miss Hibbert. I was not surprised to see her round face pinched with displeasure. Beside her Rodrick Angues frowned, black eyebrows knitting together and then abruptly rising when Sir Gideon’s cry reached our ears.

We rushed into the parlour to find Holmes and the parlour-maid on the floor, wrestling for control of the Egyptian flint knife that was clenched in her fist and held close to Holmes’ throat. In a terrific display of desperate strength Holmes pushed away the knife before I could intervene, sending it clattering into the wall just to my right. The maid scrambled for it but Holmes grabbed her hair and pulled until it all came off in his hand, revealing the short masculine cut beneath. The girl covered her head with her hands, turning away from our startled faces, but Holmes held her fast and rubbed furiously at her face with his forearm.

“Don’t be shy, Miss Myers,” said he. “A good parlour-maid should never scorn her master!”

Holmes twisted her round towards us, revealing the reddened face, still smudged with make-up, of an angry young man with large eyes and the suggestion of light stubble along the jaw.

“Harvey!” cried Sir Gideon. “What is the meaning of this?”

Harvey Hibbert remained sullenly silent, although the violent flush upon his cheeks and the rapid rise and fall of his chest made me think his silence was due at least in part to corset-induced dyspnea.

“You shall find a portion of the answer to your question in that satchel,” Holmes said, and he too sounded short of breath as he indicated a black bag lying some small distance from where he and Harvey sat. I retrieved and examined it, finding within some half a dozen items that had until recently lined Sir Gideon’s shelves, including the green ushabti Miss Hibbert had so passionately described to me.

“The remainder of the answer,” Holmes continued, “stands to your left and to your right.”

He indicated Philomena Hibbert and Rodrick Angues in turn. Sir Gideon, pale and trembling, rounded on my friend.

“Really, Mr Holmes, this is the absolute limit!” he said. “Was it not enough that you brought humiliation and scandal upon this family once before? Why have you come here?”

“I should be happy to explain the entire affair in as much detail as you like. I only ask that you first allow me to catch my breath, or you will yet again have an unconscious parlour-maid on your hands. Watson, do keep your eye upon this disreputable trio until my return.”

The both of us breathed much easier after some minutes, and he took his place at the head of the table like a conductor preparing to take control of his orchestra. The rest of the party regained their seats at the dining table in anticipation of what had suddenly supplanted conventional party games as the evening’s climax. Sir Gideon stayed on his feet, still quivering with furious indignation, as Holmes began his narrative.

Historical Notes!

Pot plants – Brit speak for “potted plants.” My American readers can stop giggling now.

Boulton and Park – Ernest “Stella” Boulton and Frederick “Fanny” Park were known for attending (and getting thrown out of) London theaters while wearing women’s clothing and/or cosmetics. They were arrested in 1871, but since crossdressing wasn’t illegal and nobody could prove they were having sex (which was illegal), they weren’t convicted of anything.

Snapdragon – A popular Victorian party game that I absolutely do not recommend trying at home. It is played by pouring brandy into a large bowl, filling the bowl with raisins, lighting the whole mess on fire, and then using your bare hands to grab as many raisins as you can from the bowl. (The bowl, I might remind you, is on fire.)

Crying the forfeits – After each party game, the loser would give a previously chosen ‘collector’ a small item of theirs, e.g. a handkerchief. Once a certain number of items were collected, each of the losers had to perform a forfeit. The forfeit could be something silly, like pretending to be a pig, or some sort of challenge, like…

Kiss the ladies – A kind of forfeit. A losing gentleman was blindfolded and then instructed to go around the room kissing the ladies. After he was blindfolded, however, everyone moved their chairs around, so the gentleman couldn’t tell if the chair that had a lady in it a moment ago still did or if a gentleman had taken her place. Basically Watson just wants an excuse to kiss some dudes.

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southernscentsations · 5 years ago

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auskultu · 7 years ago

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DETROIT RIOTS SEEM AT END; SIGHTSEERS EVOKE CURFEW

Jerry Flint, The New York Times, 28 July 1967

Detroit’s four-day riot appeared to be ending today. Only an occasional sniper shot broke the silence this evening in the city’s riot areas. A 9 P.M.-to-5:30 A.M. curfew in the city was lifted early this morning, but then reimposed because of the many sightseers who poured into the destruction zones.

“It’s pretty close to over,” Cyrus R. Vance, President Johnson’s personal representative here, said. “It looks 'pretty good,” Jerome P. Cavanagh, Detroit’s Mayor, added.

Walter P. Reuther, president of the United Automobile Workers, offered to mobilize the city’s union members to aid the cleanup. He told a meeting of 500 city leaders late this afternoon that he had talked with local union leaders and could pledge up to (100,000 men to help clean up the city in their spare time.He asked industry to provide the tools, such as bulldozers, to help with the job.

The city’s major downtown stores were all open today, and it became a little harder, but not impossible, to find a free parking slot in downtown Detroit.

No Conspiracy Found Police Commissioner Ray Girardin said he had found no evidence that a conspiracy was involved in the rioting.

So far the riot, worst in the nation’s recent history, has claimed 38 lives. One of the latest to die was George Messeu-lina, 68 years old, a white shoe repairman, who was one of the first victims of the riot. He was beaten by a Negro gang Sunday afternoon, the first day of the looting, burning, and sniping.

Riot-torn streets, such as Grand River Avenue, were jammed today win sight-seeing motorists. City buiidozors, cranes and cleaning crews knocked down walls and were moving debris in the hardest-hit areas.

Soldiers were ordered to sheathe their bayonets. However, soldiers, guardsmen and convoys of policemen continued to patrol through the city and stand guard at public buildings. There has been no indication thus far that the military forces wilt be removed.

Many soldiers left their bayonets out despite orders, and a ban against the sale of alcoholic beverages and gasoline in containers continued. The city authorities, however, turned their attention to rebuilding the city.

A second man, Caleb Moore, a Negro, was found dead of unknown causes in jail.

Property damage has been estimated at more than $200-million. More than 1,000 have been injured, 5,000 persons including juveniles have been jailed, 1,700 stores looted, and 1,383 buildings set afire.

The clean-up is moving quickly. Piles of brick and rubble have been cleared from the streets and sidewalks in the riot areas, often pushed into the gaping holes that once were basements.

Broken glass has been swept from the sidewalks. All streets in the city are open to traffic today, Mayor Cavanagh said, but the signs of destruction still are visible.

Spotty Destruction It is a spotty rather than a total destruction, with an entire block on one side of a business street in a Negro area destroyed while the other side of the street may be untouched. An area of the city may appear normal except for one store, burned to the ground.

On a single block, three stores may be burned or looted. The next three on the same block may be untouched.

There appears to be little pattern. Many of the untouched stores have “Soul Brother” painted on the window but so do many of the stores that have been looted.

One block on the west side of 12th Street between Philadelphia and Pingree Avenues was 10 stores long Saturday night. Only blackened facades and twisted girders remain today. There are no roofs, no second floors, and no first floors.

The facades were being pulled down and the rubble pushed into basement holes by bulldozers today.

At the Superior Beauty and Barber Supplies Store up a block on 12th, business was going on behind plywood boards set up to replace broken windows. The apartments above the store are ruined, too, but not by rioters or looters.

A Sniper’s Nest Louis Morgan, business manager, gave this account: “There was a sniper somewhere around. The police really shot us up. They did all the damage. The people living upstairs got out, thank God."

"We’ve got to decide what to do, fix it up or move out. This place feeds about 50 people," Mr. Morgan said. Repairing the damage will cost $35,000 or $40,000, and it is unlikely that the store, if repaired, would be able to get insurance, Melvin Jefferson, the owner, said.

At Honest Joe’s clothing store, which stood safe and unlooted on 12th Street Tuesday but burned last night, broken mannequins lay grotesquely in the windows and a small fire continued to burn this afternoon.

At the Reliable Rug Company, a furniture store on 12th near Clairmount, the son of the owner stood among the blackened rubble while a workman tried to pry open the safe.

“This is it. Forget it. Who needs this," he said, predicting that the business would not be rebuilt. The store was one of the first to go Sunday. "They wanted the TV’s," he said bitterly.

On Linwood and Pingree, three-quarters of a mile west, one house stands near the corner. At the site where the nefct eight homes stood, there is now nothing but a row of blackened chimneys.

“The fire leaped over our house from the rug cleaner’s on Linwood," said Dalton Blackburn. “If I hadn’t watered this place it would have gone.”

“The fire trucks came in Sunday but they ran them out with bottles," Mr. Blackburn went on, "but thank goodness, thank God for that fireman, he put some water on this house. I was working at the rug cleaner’s. My job is gone."

West Side business streets running north and south such as 12th, Linwood and Dexter are the hardest hit. Grand Kivcr Avenue, a major artery on the West Side of the city, is a three-mile stretch of broken windows or blackened stores.

On the East Side, streets running from east to west, such as Mack and Kercheval, are pockmarked by burned or looted stores, with plywood boarding revering the broken window fronts. There is heavy destruction on business corners on other streets in the city.

On Seven Mile Road and Livernois Avenue, one of the city's richer residential areas, with wealthy and middle-class whites and Negroes, there is little sign of damage. But one large hardware store, the Merchandise Mart, was burned to the ground.

Long lines of Negroes and some whites queued up at food distribution centers receiving free groceries. One such center, St. Leo’s Church at Warren and 15th, bore the sign “Soul Brother Lives Here" in a window.

On Linwood this afternoon, two Negroes pulled up to a corner in a panel truck and began passing out boxes of free food to passers-by.

Richard Hardrich, one of the two, said he was a worker at the Pontiac automobile plant. He said the food had been donated.

The pair also passed out leaflets reading, “Tell that grocer go to hell” and signed by the ‘Crisis Council.” Some grocers have been accused of raising food prices because of the crisis.

“We parked in front of a store on Hamilton that raised prices. We stuck these leaflets on his window and passed out Food. That took care of him,” Mr. Hardrich said.

The city said more than 10,000 persons were fed at emergency centers yesterday. Detroit is a motor city, however, with most residents having automobiles or knowing drivers. Thus, even those in the riot areas may drive to stores outside the destroyed blocks.

The city prosecutor’s office ilso said moves were being made to lower the bond to be posted for some of those arrested in the riots. About 5,000, some children, were picked up n the last four days.

Bonds ran as high as $200,000 for accused snipers and averaged $10,000 for accused looters. In effect, this has meant that practically all the persons picked up were still incarcerated.

The prosecutor’s office said that efforts would be made to lower the bond requirements for women and those with no criminal records who had been picked up for minor offenses such as curfew violations. But because of the jam in the jails and in the prosecutor’s office, few are likely to be released soon anyway.

“We arraigned more people in the past four days than in the first six months last year,” a county official said.

The city is not under martial law. Civilian officials retain their authority despite the presence of Army and National Guard troops on the streets.

The Army, cooperating with the police, patrol the riot section of Detroit’s East Side. The National Guardsmen, which are federalized, patrol the West Side with Dolice.

#1960s #1967 #1967 detroit riot #60s #civil unrest #detroit #law and order #long hot summer #national guard #race riot #sixties #riots

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Erlene you must keep him. He cleans without being asked.

#ts2 #sims 2 #Flint Linwood #bacc #bacc: Aldero Riverside #year 4

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aldero-riverside · 7 years ago

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Okay... that’s a liiiiiiitle bit of an odd thing to say to your girlfriend Flint. XD

#ts2 #sims 2 #Flint Linwood #bacc #bacc: Aldero Riverside #year 4

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aldero-riverside · 7 years ago

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Hey there Flint!

#ts2 #sims 2 #Erlene Flores #Flint Linwood #bacc #bacc: Aldero Riverside #year 4

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aldero-riverside · 7 years ago

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I missed their first kiss gosh darn it...my sims head is clearly not on.

#ts2 #sims 2 #Flint Linwood #Erlene Flores #bacc #bacc: Aldero Riverside #year 4

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chaoswillfallrpg · 4 years ago

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VICTOR YAXLEY is TWENTY-FOUR YEARS OLD and a SOCIALITE amongst THE SACRED TWENTY-EIGHT in LONDON. He looks remarkably like NAT WOLFF and considers himself NEUTRAL. He is currently TAKEN.

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The youngest of the infamous Yaxley twins, Victor Yaxley could be described as an outlandish character for those who had not met his sister ELEANOR. Born into a very wealthy family a few moments after his older sister, Victor followed Eleanor into the world and would spend his life doing the exact same thing thereafter. The only son of ELIJAH YAXLEY and ISMENA FLINT, Victor would have had an easy life if he had been an only child. The Yaxley family were fabulously wealthy, with influential ties to the Ministry through his uncle CORBAN. It was tradition that the eldest son, would take over the helm of the Yaxley family after the passing of Victor’s grandfather, but Victor’s father had always been more concerned with the stage than with balls and advantageous unions, prompting his grandmother ZARIAH YAXLEY to pressure his father into settling down and eventually marrying his mother. A larger than life man, Elijah had worked in the theatre since graduating Hogwarts, which Victor’s grandmother had always despised. A traditional woman, Zariah fiddled in the lives of her sons as she would later come to fiddle in the lives of her grandchildren. Before his marriage, Elijah had lived a life of chaos, chasing chorus girls and putting on lavish productions at the playhouse which made their family cringe. Victor had always gotten the impression from his father that marrying into the Flint family had broken his creative spirit in some way.

After Victor and Eleanor were born, Elijah had tried to maintain his life at the theatre and Victor’s very early years were littered with memories of sitting in the front row watching his father leap around on stage pledging his undying love for actresses who wore glittering costumes Elijah had helped design. The theatre was Elijah’s passion and Victor’s mother, Ismena’s passion had been his father Elijah. Despite being raised to always think of how you were perceived by others, Ismena did her best to ignore the constant whispers as she clapped for her husband and told her children how proud she was of their father. It was when Victor and Eleanor began to grow old enough to hear the whispers themselves his mother urged Elijah to give up the stage. When it came to drawing up marriage contracts both Ismena and Zariah knew families like the Blacks and the Malfoys married their children to Pure-Bloods entering society, not the children of an actor and playwright. Despite no longer working for the theatre, the Yaxley family could not outrun Elijah’s passion. The people he’d worked with were replaced with his children and Victor’s sister became the star of the show. Eleanor, like their father, demanded attention and whilst Ismena and Zariah tried to rear Victor to one day be the head of the family, as it seemed his sister was destined for a life like her father, Eleanor didn’t quite seem to get the message and treated him like her personal assistant rather than a brother.

As she stood in the family parlour during her one woman shoes, Victor was reduced to making costumes and dressing her in them or ushering their family in to watch her sing. His sister was the only thing that eased his father’s departure from the theatre, but even Victor could see Eleanor wasn’t enough to make him happy. No one ever commented on it, but Victor would watch it all unfold silently. His mother would often tell him to stand up to his sister and demand her respect but Victor found it difficult to take advice from a woman who had allowed her husband to treat her so terribly. It was frustrating feeling to know that in their family Victor and his mother would only ever be supporting characters though he resided not to argue with his parents or sister about it. In Victor’s opinion, Eleanor was only capable of loving herself. She was a dead ringer for their father who had never taken an interest in anyone who couldn’t give him something he wanted. As he listened to his family he made a silent promise to himself to not end up like them. Unhappy and thrown together into a situation of convenience that would never manifest true happiness. He had hoped Hogwarts would be the start of finding that happiness he so desperately desired. Although Victor was much quieter than his sister and overlooked because of that, he had all the grandeur and showmanship of his father.

Out of his school robes, Victor only wore expensive, hand tailored clothing and often had a hand in the process of designing all of the garments he wore. It was his love for his appearance and an ability to withstand being around very strong personalities that attracted the attention of NARCISSA BLACK. Sorted into Slytherin alongside her, Narcissa was everything his sister could never be but what Victor’s mother and grandmother hoped strict schooling would turn her into. Narcissa was image conscious and constructed a friendship group of beautiful people like him and his sister. VIOLET BULSTRODE and PERSEPHONE WILKES were perfect till they opened their mouths and REGULUS BLACK and RABASTAN LESTRANGE were handsome, stoic and quiet which seemed to be how Narcissa preferred her company. Although Victor was fond of her, the constant noise from the people that surrounded her and close proximity to his sister drew him to become friends drew him to become friends with WILLIAM GOYLE and ALECTO and AMYCUS CARROW, fellow Slytherins who floated on the edge of his original group of friends. The new group allowed Victor to explore a side of himself he’d never been brave enough to look at. Alecto and Amycus were trouble maker twins with a relationship which made him envious. Amycus let Alecto take the lead but was always there to catch her when she fell or jump aboard a plan she had to make the lives of those she hated miserable.

He wondered if he and Eleanor could have been that way if he’d been more comfortable giving her the limelight or if she’d have been happy to share it. At first his friendship with the twins and William was to help boost his ego but then it became about something else entirely. Amycus Carrow was feared by all who knew him, but Victor saw something else. He was always seen as a monster, but Victor told himself it was mostly for show. The love he had for Alecto seemed too pure for him to be completely evil and although Victor projected a very firm and cold stance to the outside world, he allowed Amycus to see a softer side to him he believed they both shared. Victor found beauty and meaning in every owl he received from him and each glance and kiss exchanged after parties in dark corridors filled Victor with the promise of something more. Even when Amycus and his family were disgraced due to his father’s gambling, Victor was still willing to marry him and offer him every happiness. The Yaxley family refused to hear of it. As they lectured him on appearance and the importance of strong ties, his father sat oddly quiet. Elijah had never been much of a father but with their family reputation in the balance, Victor had thought he would say something, but he wouldn’t. Unbeknownst to Victor, his mother and sister, his father would have been a hypocrite. More than the love of the stage had prevented him from being a proper father and husband, leaving him with little a leg to stand on.

CHRISTINE MAY was a Muggle actress and ¼ veela who had worked opposite his father for many years. Their professional chemistry had carried off screen and due to his stupidity or perhaps out of love, three children had been born. ADAIRIA LINWOOD and LAUREL LINWOOD were born before he’d married Ismena and had been swept under the carpet by Zariah. MAREN LINWOOD was born after Victor and Eleanor and had been a closely guarded secret his grandmother and father had tried their best to keep. A year their junior, Maren had been a favourite target of Victor and Eleanor’s at school to bully. A Muggle-Born witch, they’d known her from choir and despised her talent and prettiness, none the wiser her talent ran in their veins too. Knowing that if their birth was made public it would ruin the family, Victor’s grandmother had done her best to steer the family away from drama and draw up good contracts for the rest of the family to wither the storm should it come. As such she had thrown the twins at anyone she deemed worthy and sent numerous owls to RITA SKEETER to push her endeavours and make them seem more eligible to other families. Sick of her interfering, Victor hatched a plan to keep his grandmother at bay and plan his path to happiness. Scheming with former schoolmate Persephone Wilkes, the pair have been plotting a scandal sure to keep their annoying relatives at bay and cause the right kind of stir on the Sacred Twenty-Eight social scene.

ADDITONAL INFORMATION:

Blood Status → Pure-Blood

Pronouns → He/Him

Identification → Cis Male

Sexuality → Homosexual & Demisexual

Relationship Status → Single

Previous Education → Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry (Slytherin)

Societies → N/A

Family → Elijah Yaxley (father), Ismena Yaxley (mother), Victor Yaxley (brother), Adaria Linwood (unknown half-sister), Laurel Linwood (unknown half-sister/adversary), Maren Linwood (unknown half-sister/adversary), Corban Yaxley (uncle), Dionysus Flint (uncle), Lotte Flint (aunt), Decius Flint (cousin), Rosalie Flint(cousin), Eelis Burke (uncle), Kratista Burke (aunt) Caius Burke (cousin), Lyra Burke (cousin)

Connections → Amycus Carrow (close friend/object of affection), Alecto Carrow (close friend), William Goyle (close friend), Narcissa Black (close friend), Persephone Wilkes (friend/faux girlfriend), Violet Bulstrode (friend), Rabastan Lestrange (friend), Regulus Black (friend)

Future Information → N/A

VICTOR YAXLEY IS A LEVEL 3 WIZARD.

#marauders rp #marauders rpg #harry potter rp #harry potter rpg #harry potter roleplay #victor yaxley #nat wolff #neutral #wizard #socialite #taken #taken wizard #taken neutral #taken lgbtqia+#taken lgbtqa+

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ISMENA YAXLEY (née FLINT) is FIFTY-THREE YEARS OLD and a SOCIALITE amongst THE SACRED TWENTY-EIGHT in LONDON. She looks remarkably like JENNIFER CONNELLY and considers herself NEUTRAL. She is currently OPEN.

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Sweet and gentile, many treat Ismena Yaxley like porcelain due to the image she portrays to the world. Dainty and romantic should she be dropped she might shatter, though only those outside of her family would be a fool enough to mistake her quietness for fragility. Born into great privilege and wealth, Ismena was the second child of AHARAON FLINT and MARIANNE POTTER and was raised alongside her older brother DIONYSUS and younger sister KRATISTA in the opulence of Flint Manor. Their parents had struggled to relate to them as younger children, leaving them in the care of their schoolmaster, educated in their school room in a far wing of the house where they prepared to later attend school when they turned eleven. Most days after their lessons had ended the children would sit in the gardens, taking picnics by the lake dreaming of life beyond Flint Manor and who they would be when they went out into the world. Her head often buried in romance novels her siblings laughed at how she had fallen in love with the idea of love long before she had experienced it. Love letters and declarations in the form of great speeches consumed her everyday. Dionysus had always said she would have made a good actress with her ability to remember all of the stories she’d read, but Ismena had no interest in play-acting love, longing only for the real thing.

Sent off to school a year after her brother, Ismena was sorted into Ravenclaw, finding her place amongst fellow bookworms and creative spirits where she flourished. A credit to her family who beamed with pride, the same could not be said however of her naughty younger sister who became well known for getting into trouble and flirting with boys a few years her senior. Doing her best to keep her sister out of trouble, Ismena often found herself pulled into Kratista’s world of parties and potions in the hopes of catching sight of the love of her life. ELIJAH YAXLEY was only slightly older than her and the best friend of Kratista’s object of affection CYGNUS BLACK, together she and her sister would sit in the common room, hand in hand whispering and giggling as they looked upon the men they one day hoped to call their husbands. A fellow Ravenclaw, Ismena had loved him from the first moment she saw him, her heart a flutter as he paraded up and down the common room reading his scripts and practising for choir. As he played opposite countless witches and veelas, declaring his love for them whilst she dreamed it was her rather than them he whispered to. Upon graduating Hogwarts, she was clear in her choice of husband, having heard the love in his heart each time they ran his lines together.

It had taken some negation between their families before a marriage contract was signed but it all felt worth it when he finally got down on one knee. The proposal was more beautiful than any prose she’d heard, best only by their vows which brought tears to families on both sides of the aisle. Ismena was blissfully happy and it was that very happiness that allowed her to be taken advantage of. Elijah was rarely home, leaving Ismena to wander the halls of her manor wondering what time he’d be back. Her siblings had quickly deduced he was a cheat, though Ismena refused to confront it until she had become an aunt and began to yearn for children of her own. Surrounded by her nieces and nephews Ismena made the decision to go looking for answers. Scared stiff of a life spent childless and alone, she held Kratista’s hand, following Elijah to an old boarding house in Muggle London. She was prepared to find a woman but as two blonde children ran outside to greet him, one no older than CAIUS, the other a grown girl of around ten, the shattering of her heart was almost audible. Another woman had stolen her life, a part-veela Muggle no less who had gotten herself pregnant to boot. But Ismena wouldn't be beaten and for the first time when she looked at her reflection that night she did not know the woman staring back at her.

Enlisting the help of her mother-in-law, Ismena gave him a choice. Leave the woman she later learned was his long term scene partner CHRISTINE MAY or risk being turned out into the cold by both her and the rest of his family. Ismena wanted to believe it was for her he’d left Christine but a little voice in the back of her mind knew that it was the fear of losing his name, fortune and standing with his mother that was more likely the catalyst. Not long afterwards her twins were born and Ismena felt her life significantly improve as she doted upon them. ELEANOR and VICTOR were her most perfect creation, cementing their family together. Their early years were spent mostly in the front row of Eliajh’s shows, clapping for their father as she ignored the whispers of infidelity that circled even long after Christine was ejected from the picture. After the children has been born Ismena had demanded more from him as a father and had been impressed by how involved he’d been in their children. Leaving the theatre their children became the star of the show, her happiest memories being watching the productions they put on in the parlour. Elle was so much like Elijah, her grandeur and confidence just as large as his. Victor was much more like her, quiet and observant and easy to fall quiet to mistreatment.

Truly Ismena loved them both equally, but managing their relationship when one child sucked up the limelight and all their father’s attention was difficult though she sincerely tried her best. When her children finally went away to school Ismena allowed Elijah to return to the theatre, splitting her time between watching his rehearsals and working with her sister and sister-in-law LOTTE FLINT to make good connections and prepare the foundations for their children to join society. Despite the rocky road to happiness, Ismena had truly believed she had finally found it. Their Family was whole, Elijah was content and Ismena was happy taking tea with her family and planning the future endeavours of their children. Then a witch by the name of ADAIRIA LINWOOD turned up on her doorstep, a dead ringer for Christine armed with questions. It filled Ismena with shame that she was happy to hear Christine was no longer in her husband’s life due to unfortunate circumstances, though her wicked thoughts quickly came back to bite her when she learned that their affair had not ended when she had thought it had.Ismena had known about Adairia and her younger sister LAUREL but the existence of a younger child, MAREN who was younger than her own children was quite the shock indeed.

Despair and rage washed over her suddenly, settling over Ismena like a dark cloud she couldn’t shift. Holding out her hand to Adairia she offered a large part of the contents of her vault in exchange for her silence, making the unbreakable vow to never speak of her family again and to keep her sisters in the dark. Ismena was not a naturally wicked woman and had felt both guilt and remorse for keeping Elijah’s secret, but her own children came first and it is a decision she still stands by. With Eleanor and Victor now out in society her attention is focused on ensuring they have prospective good matches and do not follow the same destructive lifestyle as their father, keeping their family name intact whilst also maintaining happiness. Much to her children’s annoyance, Ismena is incredibly hands-on in their lives, checking in on them as often as possible and keeping her wits about her. With Elijah’s dirty secret living in Horizont Alley, now a notable family who own The Fountain of Fair Fortune it is only a matter of time before her perfect plan begins to unravel, though Ismena would sooner die than have her children bare the same heartbreak and humiliation and will stop at nothing to ensure everything continues to look practically perfect by whatever means necessary.

ADDITIONAL INFORMATION:

Blood Status → Pure-Blood

Pronouns → She/Her

Identification → Cis Female

Sexuality → Up to Roleplayer

Relationship Status → Married to Elijah Yaxley

Previous Education → Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry (Ravenclaw)

Societies → Pura Soreres

Family → Aharon Flint (deceased father), Marianne Flint (deceased mother), Elijah Yaxley (husband), Eleanor Yaxley (daughter), Victor Yaxley (son), Dionysus Flint (brother/close friend), Lotte Flint (sister-in-law/close friend), Decius Flint (nephew), Rosalie Flint (niece), Krarista Burke (sister/best friend), Eelis Burke (brother-in-law), Caius Burke (nephew) Lyra Burke (niece), Corban Yaxley (brother-in-law/friend), Zariah Yaxley (mother-in-law)

Connections → Vivienne Travers (close friend), Ilar Travers (close friend), Adger Prewett (close friend), Luella Prewett (close friend), Druella Black (close friend), Cygnus Black (close friend), Walburga Black (friend), Marie Lestrange (friend), Adairia Linwood (adversary), Laurel Linwood (adversary) Maren Linwood (adversary)

Future Information → N/A

ISMENA YAXLEY IS A LEVEL 4 WITCH.

#marauders rp #marauders rpg #harry potter rpg #harry potter rp #jennifer connelly #ismena yaxley #open neutral #open #neutral #open witch #witch #socialite

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holmesoverture · 6 years ago

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The Christmas Party - Chapter 2

Eeeeep it’s been a week since I posted chapter one so I guess I better post chapter two lol

Link to Chapter One Link to more info on this universe

Warnings: Towards the end, one character starts to have a panic attack. Also, since it’s 1881, there’s some outdated modes of thinking throughout; I think the worst offenders in this chapter are the unchecked colonialism and description of a mummy being unwrapped/desecrated.

As ever, if you see any booboos or feel like I’ve handled something insensitively, feel free to comment or send a message <3

The operating theatre was a large clean room with wooden floors and long wooden benches illuminated from behind by a series of large windows. The room’s focus was a low operating table upon which a mummy, swathed in bandages grey and crumbling with age, had been laid out. Beside the table stood Sir Gideon Hibbert, a small, ferret-like man with a well-trimmed beard and moustache a shade darker than the receding red hair atop his head. His close-set brown eyes brimmed with delight as he greeted me, though I felt the sheer enthusiasm of his reaction would have been more appropriately directed at a relative who’d been presumed lost at sea for several decades. Flustered by his attentions, I fell upon the one subject I thought stood a chance of distracting him.

“Have you had word from Alexander?” I said.

He’d had quite a few words, as it happened. Upon the war’s end in September the previous year, Alexander Hibbert had gone on to South Africa and served under Major-General Colley. After the convention of Pretoria he elected to remain in South Africa and establish there a home and a life of his own.

“I have every confidence in my boy,” Sir Gideon said, “but still I would have felt much calmer if you were there watching over him during the hostilities.”

I began to suspect Sir Gideon had confused me with the man whose birth we were set to celebrate, but I happily never had to find out as he introduced me to Professor Rodrick Angues, in whose honour the party was being held, and excused himself to greet some new arrivals. Professor Angues was a large and courteous man with slicked black hair who performed the usual social niceties with the ease of long practice.

“So what do you think of our special guest, Doctor?” said he, indicating the mummy. “Sir Gideon purchased him from a merchant during his last trip to Thebes especially for this occasion.”

“I’m afraid I am not well-versed in Egyptology, but from a medical standpoint this event should prove most interesting.”

Professor Angues smiled blandly and agreed that it would. In defiance of his manners and his congenial appearance I thought I detected something unctuous about him, and I was not sorry when we were urged to take our seats so the operation could begin.

The event progressed slowly at first, as Sir Gideon and his assistants required a hammer and a chisel to remove the first layers of resin-coated bandages, but once they broke through, the remainder of the afternoon passed with extraordinary rapidity. Several people were overcome by the odour of decaying flesh and had to leave before the end. I placed a handkerchief over my nose and mouth and was rewarded for my endurance with the sight of a man, four millennia gone but remarkably preserved, with coarse hair sparsely covering his scalp and a full set of teeth of which many a living man would be envious. I wondered what else might be gleaned from this astonishing specimen. Its age? Its cause of death? Its occupation? With a wistful sigh, I reflected that Holmes would probably have told me all of that and more before I had thought to wonder about them. Perhaps I could leverage Sir Gideon’s disproportionate goodwill towards me and arrange for a private examination of our mutual Egyptian friend at a later date.

Of greater interest to the Egyptomaniacs than the mummy itself were the dozen or so charms hidden within the many layers of bandages. The former and small snippets of the latter were distributed amongst the appreciative audience. I pressed the delicate scrap of fabric into my notebook.

We did not linger very long in the now pungent chamber, hurrying into our coats and wraps and gratefully stepping into the foggy twilight. Those of us invited to Sir Gideon’s Christmas party gathered outside of the hospital and employed a small fleet of cabs to convey us there.

Sir Gideon owned an extravagant white stucco house in Lowndes Square. We were shown into a cosy parlour with cloth-lined shelves full of relics from his many expeditions. Canopic jars, fortunately emptied and scrubbed clean, amulets, knives, and jagged shards of pottery were all neatly arranged in no particular order for the guests to peruse at their leisure as they were attended to by their illustrious host and hostess.

While Sir Gideon had had variable luck with his sons, with his daughter Philomena, a plump strawberry-blonde with bright pink cheeks, I could find not a single fault, and I was delighted when she seemed to take a special liking to me. Her duties as hostess, which had prevented her from attending the unrolling, similarly prevented her from devoting herself to me fully but she kept me by her side always, taking my arm and showing me around the parlour.

“It is the least I can do for the man who ensured I would be able to hold my dear brother once again,” she said. I tried to say that she owed me nothing but she wouldn’t hear of it, and I confess that I did not try as hard to disentangle myself as I should have had she been less comely. It was not as though listening to her speak was any great hardship. Miss Hibbert’s knowledge of Egyptology was nearly as exhaustive as her father’s, and she related to me the origins of every artifact in which I expressed even the slightest interest.

“Oh, this one!” she cried, lifting a pale green figurine, no more than twelve or so centimetres, with column after column of hieroglyphics decorating its robe. “This is an ushabti. The ancient Egyptians did not believe life after death to be the lovely endless paradise that we English do. They thought there was much work to be done in the afterlife, such as ploughing and cooking and so forth, but since no one liked the idea of eternal work, they created the ushabtis to do the work for them. Whenever a man died, especially if he was a wealthy man, he was buried with one or more of these little figures with the expectation that they would come to life and do his share of work when they arrived in the hereafter.”

“Perhaps I ought to stock up on a few,” I said, “in the event that the ancient Egyptians had the right idea.”

Miss Hibbert laughed and we moved on to a flint knife with an extravagantly detailed ivory handle. Eventually Miss Hibbert had to leave me to allow Professor Angues to escort her into the dining-room. I escorted Miss Linwood, a cousin of the Hibberts. She was darker and more severe-looking than our hostess, though her amber eyes held the same spark of intelligence. Despite being almost total strangers, we suffered no awkwardness as we entered the mauve and mahogany dining-room. I was seated to Miss Hibbert’s left, with Miss Linwood on my other side and Professor Angues directly across from me. Almost immediately thereafter, two parlour-maids entered with the first course. Miss Hibert had told me she hired them especially for the party for their experience in serving at large social gatherings. I had little familiarity with such events, but to my callow eye they appeared prim and lovely and proper.

One of the maids placed a porcelain tureen upon the sideboard while the other, very much taller than the first, placed a small decanter of sherry at each end of the table. When everything for the first course had been laid out they silently vanished, leaving us to confront the molokheyyah, a vegetable soup of Egyptian origin that Sir Gideon had discovered and very much enjoyed on one of his many adventures. I could not but wish he had left it where he had found it, and I was much relieved and still very hungry when the soup was replaced by a more English dish of roast turkey.

I cannot with any certainty explain what happened next, or why. Perhaps it was the strangeness of attending a party after spending so long in relative solitude, or the refreshed memory of the smell of the dead, or the row with Holmes. I only know that I found myself falling prey to an inexplicable disquiet. My heart gained speed, pounding as though I were surrounded by wild tigers rather than civilised men. The conversation around me surged into a crescendo that would rival any cannon and I tightened every muscle to keep from covering my ears, causing my fork to jitter against the plate. My other hand encircled my thigh, fingertips digging into scar tissue until it throbbed and pulsed in protest. The table tilted. The air was too thin to fill my lungs. Everything spun slowly sideways. The rapidly receding part of my consciousness that still could think clearly was convinced accepting Sir Gideon’s invitation was a horrible mistake, and then one of the parlour-maids collapsed at the sideboard.

Historical Notes

Convention of Pretoria – The peace treaty that ended the First Boer War, fought between the Boers and the British from December 1880 to March 1881

#sherlock holmes #my writing #fanfiction #victorian parties had so many rules omg

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