The short figure of the youngest Vauclain stood before the oak door of her brother's room, staring at the doorknob before going to knock lightly on it with her right hand. "Freddy!" She shouted, her voice echoing down the hall, bothering a few of her other family members that were currently playing chess in the lounge. "Fred! Come out, you promised to show me how to play chess!" A muffled response chimed through the door, a masculine voice responding in their mother tongue of d'Ithanie. "I can't hear you, Freddy-" Before Juliette could continue her shouting though, the door flew open to reveal her brother, who's furrowed brows showcased his disapproval of her shouting.
"Julie, must you scream outside my door like a banshee?" He asked, sighing and rubbing at his forehead, his young sister bouncing on her toes.
"You promised to show me how to play chess, Fred," She stated once more, her expression now a pout as she looked up at him. Frederick shook his head and crouched a bit to be at eye level with his much younger sister.
"I've lots of works to do, all these celebrations for mother's birthday this weekend have had me back on my studies, Jules." He murmured, glancing past her as if to make sure that their mother was not watching scornfully- annoyed to have someone talking in such a manner as disliking her over-the-top celebrations. She truly was the full Ithanian of the House. Juliette, on the other hand, wore a displeased frown much like their mother's in the moment- her attitude being a reflection of the woman of the house's.
"But you said-"
"I know what I said, Jules, but not right now. Go play with your dolls or something." The older boy rose to stand properly, patting his baby sister on the head before closing the door in her face with the loud click of the lock. Juliette stood there for several moments in utter confusion before shouting;
"I didn't want to play chess with you anyways!" - and turning to storm down the hall with a huff. As she made her way through the wing full of bedrooms, she noticed her sister's door slightly ajar- the door into Darcie's room. Of course, nor Darcie or her other older sister, Marianne, were in Loiree at the moment- away in Regalia like grown women, as their mother always said. The girl crept forward and peered into her sister's quarters, realizing from the fact that the window was opened that the maid must have just passed- the room was airing out- which meant that perhaps her favorite sister was coming to visit soon!
Juliette pushed open the door, a grin on her face as she examined the room before she decided that since Darcie was not home, it would be no harm to look around. So, with that thought, the snooping began and the youngest of the house pulled open her sister's wardrobe. Old dresses of her sister rested in the oak piece, colored vibrantly in purples and blues and almost any color as unlike most of the other Vauclains, Darcie was the one that never was strict with wearing her house's colors.
The fourteen reached out and drew a yellow dress from the wardrobe, staring at it a moment before folded it over her arm and skipping from the room. Upon reaching her own living quarters, the girl set the dress down and began settling up a small tea party on the floor with her dolls- a game that she should've long since grown out of, but with a lack of sisters around now-a-days, she'd turned to the girly game for comfort. Juliette adjusted the hat on one of the dolls before turning back and pulling off her dress- replacing it with the yellow one of her sister's, struggling briefly with an attempt at tying the back before just leaving it be, half tied up.
As the girl sat on the floor, pretending to pour tea into porcelain cups, she sudden was struck by a thought. The Vauclain stared at teacup a moment before saying aloud, "I think, we shouldn't drink tea like little girls, like Fred thinks I am. I'm getting a wine glass, like a grown woman." The girl stood from her spot and made her way from the room, skirt dragging on the floor as it was made for a woman much older than she. By the time she reached the kitchen, five minutes had passed and she ducked into the room. It was fairly empty, save a few busy cooks, and she snuck past them- snatching up a wine glass in hand. Juliette grinned at the glass a moment until there was a small 'oh' that caught her attention, causing her to glance upwards to a servant that was looking at her puzzled.
"Lady Juliette, I don't believe that-" but long before he could finish his sentence, the girl was racing from the kitchen- not wishing yet for her fun to end. She'd act like a lady with her sister's dress and mother's wine glasses. Through the halls, the girl raced on until her foot caught onto the far too long skirts and she went slipping onto the floor. The loud crash of breaking glass and the girl hitting the floor resounded down the hall, a shout of 'What the Void was that!" rising from the lounge. A door down the hall from Juliette's injured self flew open and Frederick appeared, startled by the crash and even more so when he caught sight of his little sister who laid on the floor in Darcie's now bloodied up dress due to the girl haven't pushed herself up, staring at her right hand in horror.
Blood spilled profusely from the wound in her hand, staining the lovely honeysuckle colored gown and before Frederick even reached his baby sibling, she had fainted- collapsing backwards against the wooden floor. It wouldn't be long before she awoke, surrounded by her mother, father, and brother- not to mention the House doctor and healer, fretting over her. A sharp pain flooded from the girl's right arm but her mindset was too hazy to really complain. So while she slipped back into a welcomed darkness, an escape from her bloody injury, only a small innocent worry filled her mind.
How would she play chess now?
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