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Elizabeth Roland
 Posted: Oct 26 2016, 02:08 PM
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Elizabeth Roland Gryffindor Alumni
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Security Officer occupation
nineteen age
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Eliza pulled her long coat tighter around her shoulders as the wind blew the fallen leaves around. A small smile graced her lips as she watched the leaves chase each other around the garden. She couldn’t help but feel lucky – she had a good job, and it wasn’t some paper pusher job that some folks had assumed she’d end up in. Sure, it wasn’t her dream job, but… it was still in the field. And her parents were still proud of her. That’s what mattered.
Besides. She got to be outside on afternoons like these. It was early fall and absolutely beautiful outside. All the leaves were orange and red – it was like the trees around the Edwards family manor was ablaze in the slowly dying light. As the sun dipped behind the tree line, the world seemed to just explode it colour.

One more time the young woman circled the house, slowly, looking from the woods and grounds to the manor itself. Spending two years living at the Edwards manor had made her quite fond of the place. Even if there were some inside that she didn’t get along with. Or agree with the Lord Edwards company kept. But she was only a security officer. If the Lord said they were to come in, she simply looked intimidating and warned them off doing anything… unpleasant. The… unsavory females that he brought up she simply scowled at – why he’d call filth into his own home was beyond her. The man was far better than that. He deserved much more. Some sort of regal lady, perhaps. She didn’t know who, but definitely someone of higher class than some common street skank.

At last, Elizabeth finished her circuit around the rustic house, coming to a stop in front of the door that she was almost too afraid to knock on a couple years back. She was glad she had, for sure. Still, the feeling of butterflies still fluttered within her stomach, looking at the grand double doors. To live here of all places. It made her giddy just thinking about it again.
Fighting a grin, Eliza made her way up the steps, pushing the door open herself. A quick word of greeting to Jacob at the door and she was through the threshold. The young lioness made her way to the kitchen, knowing her relief would be eating – when wasn’t he? – and knocked on the table to get his attention.

“Hey,” she spoke, her voice sharp and bright. “Adams. You’re up. There’s been nothing much happening so far. But Halloween is close so watch yourself. You know how those kids can be. Always daring each other to go up to the ‘creepy’ house. They’ll probably start becoming annoying soon. I need to make my report to Lord Edwards.”

Turning without waiting for the older male to respond, Elizabeth left the man to scramble up and scurry outside. She, instead, made her way to the staircase and began the climb. The thought crossed her mind to stop by her room and change, but did she really need to? There was no fancy dinner tonight. But the pants were uncomfortable.
No, she might as well make her report formally, without the risk of being reprimanded because the Lord Edwards thought she was in a dress on duty, breaking his regime dress code. Again.
It wasn’t her fault they were more comfortable.

Continuing her way to his study, the young woman knocked firmly, standing straight and ready for anything (the things she’d seen in that room…).
“Sir?” she called out, “It’s Roland. I’ve finished my rounds for the afternoon,”
she poke, clearly, before pausing to wonder – she hadn’t seen the man all that day, or even last night. When was the last time he had come out of his study? When was the last time he had even eaten? He must’ve been busy. After a quick thought, she added on a hesitant, “Would you like some tea? Lunch just finished.”
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Adrian Edwards
 Posted: Oct 27 2016, 01:37 AM
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Adrian Edwards slytherin graduate
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He presses against the window, hands gripping either side of the protruding mahogany as he pushes his forehead against the cool glass. For three days straight, his head has been pounding, aching straight down his spine, curling up in his neck. Lights look strange, gaining a halo-effect, an entire spectrum of rainbows piercing behind his eyes while he gasps in pain. He feels the storm clouds gathering just beyond the horizon, like the migraine piling up between his eyes. Every year around this time, a massive storm builds and builds around the property, until it has enough force to scream and rend the earth like a furious titan.

Though the brightness of the light outside forces pressure in his head, the cold feels wondrous against his skin. Nothing seems to truly ease the pain, until the storm hits- not spells, not hot baths, not companionship and certainly not Victoria's constant nagging; but a cup of tea might be nice. He inhales, cringing as his eyelids open. He cannot recall a time when the outside world seemed so bright. Instead, he closes the curtains and relaxes. Broad shoulders slump as he struggles to his desk, collapsing in his heavy chair.

The knock wakes him out of a light slumber. He recognizes the voice; one of his favorite guards stands just outside, and she couldn't have come at a better time. Her offer seemed perfect; he wouldn't have to call a servant over, and even though Roland makes absolutely horrendous tea, he couldn't deny the fantastic offer. A trembling hand reaches for his wand, a simple spell opening the door.

He looks unkempt- shirt untucked, no belt, no tie, face unshaven. Hell, he's only left the room to bathe for the last three days. "Roland!" he gasps at her, slumped over his desk. "Yes, tea would be splendid. " Adrian shakes, the pounding fiercely returning with a vengeance. "And... maybe soup, if Victoria has made any in the last few days."

This post has been edited by Adrestria Jasper: Oct 27 2016, 01:37 AM
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Elizabeth Roland
 Posted: Oct 27 2016, 06:47 PM
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Elizabeth’s dark chestnut eyes flashed with surprise as Adrian’s study door opened to reveal him slumped over his desk looking as if he were getting the short end of a stick in a fight. She wondered for a moment what sort of thing he was fighting before he struggled out her name, the very movement of speaking seeming to be extraordinarily painstaking for him. It was… It was rather frightening, seeing a man she held so high in esteem and power looking as if the world beat him down into a small pulp on the desk. She had never seen the man look so… decrepit.
She shivered almost visibly, and with a nearly silent verbal salute, she dashed down the stairs to find something suitable for the Lord Edwards to consume. She was silently thankful that Adams had already left the kitchen by the time she got back to it, knowing that she looked as flustered as she felt. Perhaps she should call the family physician? He looked awful enough to worry her. Adrian would probably shoot the idea down before she even finished asking, so instead she snatched a servant who had been there less time than she had (it was a surefire way to make sure that her orders were carried out), and sent him out to find the physician. A quick note scrawled in her sweeping hand was clutched in his hand as he scurried off. Unsure of how to describe whatever the Lord Edwards was feeling, she simply put down that he looked as if he were going to die on his desk because of some sort of mystery pain.

With that done, Eliza turned back to the task she had offered herself to – getting the poor man something to eat. If he even could. They had a simple lunch that day; a warm and gooey grilled cheese to fight off the chill of October. It was what the smaller kids running around had asked for, really, and Victoria seemed happy enough to make it. Elizabeth hadn’t complained, it reminded her of home. Now, she supposed, something softer or blander might have been a better choice. Nevertheless, she took up a plate of the lunch that had been meant for some late scrambling servant and rustled through the kitchen for soup. She remembered that Victoria had made some a couple of nights ago for dinner. It wasn’t that great, so she hadn’t eaten it, but Adrian had asked. Eliza couldn’t even place what sort of soup it was, but she threw it in a bowl and made it warm. Two of three down.
The tea was the only thing that was left, and as far as Elizabeth was concerned, she made oaky tea. It wasn’t what her mother, or for that matter Victoria could make, but it wasn’t the worst thing that she had ever tasted, either. A little hot water, a little scoop of tea leaves, a little honey and sugar. How hard was it really? It always had a bit of a different flavor than those cups that she got from others. It was good. Not great. But still good.

Putting some extra honey and sugar on the tray (the Lord Edwards could never settle on a specific amount whenever she asked, so it was better, she figured, to bring extra and put in minimal), Eliza began the careful trek back upstairs. Everything on the tray was still warm when she got it to his desk, nudging his arm carefully in an attempt to find a spot to place it.

“Excuse me, Lord Edwards,” she said, attempting to balance the tray on one hand and move things from his desk. Eventually, she put it down beside him and looked him over once again. He really did look awful. “Is everything… is everything okay, sir? You look, if I may, terrible. Perhaps… Perhaps the physician should have a look at you in case you’ve caught… something?”
She wasn’t sure when the last time he had taken company of any sort, and hoped, almost desperately, that it wasn’t something he caught from one of them.
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Adrian Edwards
 Posted: Nov 8 2016, 12:30 AM
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Adrian Edwards slytherin graduate
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He groans a thank you out to her as she scuttles down the stairs, and yet again he's left to his own devices; only this time, the door gapes ajar, for any well-doing servant to peek inside to their heart's content. He doesn't care, for once, as the hallway lays still. Dark eyes close, and he listens intently to the hissing of blood in his ears. It means he's still alive, even though at this particular moment, he is ungrateful. "Christ." he whispers as a yell shatters the peaceful room, one of Victoria's incessant urchins scrambling around in the hallway. On normal days, the noise does not bother him, but today is no normal day.

A hand pats around, searching wildly for his wand- where the hell is Elizabeth? and with a low murmur, the door swings shut yet again. He exhales a breath of relief, until his door swings wide open again. His gaze lifts, murderous at first, until the warm smell wafts over him. His arms lift, and the beast flops back against his chair, watching her with a thankful eye, taking into stock where exactly she placed his organized clutter. "Thank you my dear, but no, I don't need the physician. It's... A migraine I get nearly every year when the seasons change." he explains, hand groping around for the sludgetea she brought. He eyes the small, very small containers of honey and sugar she brought, and dumps both of them into the cup. Even that won't cover up the burning taste...

He drinks it anyway.

For a moment, the pain is completely overshadowed by the sharp, nearly textured sludge he drinks. His hair stands on end, and it takes every bit of his self-control to swallow the liquid instead of spit it across the desk surface. "Yes... Tea... Thank- thank you." he murmurs, placing the cup back on the mahogany desk, instead opting for one of the sandwiches she brought. "Did you have something to tell me my dear?" he questions, though it sounds rougher than he intends, and he instead crams the rest of the triangle into his mouth to avoid saying anything else to the tall girl.
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Elizabeth Roland
 Posted: Nov 8 2016, 03:18 PM
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Elizabeth noted the look of anger that flashed across the Lord Edwards’ face as she burst into the room with relief. At the very least she was well enough to look threatening, even if his heart wasn’t in it. Or his voice. The man sounded uncharacteristically down. Quiet. Mellow. All the things that she would never use to describe the man sitting (dying?) before her. This frame of mind was a little unsettling to see. She felt a need to make him feel better, if only for her own comfort.


Her dark eyes watched as the tall man fell back into his chair, aware of his eyes on her for just a moment. She suddenly hoped that he was well enough to eat what she had brought him. But he seemed pleased enough. As he spoke, she couldn’t help to raise her brows. A simple migraine? This seemed like much more, especially if it could knock him down for multiple days. The young woman felt a surge of anger towards whatever simple-minded disgusting she-cretin who had the audacity to visit while sick. She had recalled one visiting, looking sickly earlier in the week, but thought nothing of it until Adrian looked like he did now. Not that she could do anything about it now. She watched as he slowly groped the desk for his lunch, as if moving was absolutely painful, and worry replaced her anger.
She knew that he didn’t want it, but Eliza was glad that she had already called the physician to come and take a look at him. Her teeth dragged across her lip at the thought, a nervous energy bubbling inside. Elizabeth had never really gone behind the Lord Edwards’ back, and she didn’t think that he’d be any sort of appreciative about it, even if for a good reason. Her dark eyes darted away, hoping that Adrian would keep busy with his tea for a while, or dismiss her soon. She didn’t want to have to admit what she had done.


The young woman looked up again a he heard the man dumped both things of sweetener into his tea, unsurprised by the gesture, waiting for him to say something again. An odd look crossed his face and she felt confusion for a moment before deciding that his condition was definitely worse than he was letting on, especially if he couldn’t even finish a cup of tea without wincing. Frowning, the lioness glanced behind her impatiently, hoping to see the physician at the door.


Instead, Eliza heard the Lord Edwards address her again, questioning her.
Fear suddenly turned her cold as his words sunk in. Of course he would have figured it out - she hadn’t exactly been subtle about it it, looking back. But she was worried. He probably wouldn’t take the excuse, but she cared about him. Was it so bad to want to keep your employer alive and happy?


Still, it was worse to play dumb. She didn’t want to face him angry and sick.
“Well, sir…” Elizabeth hesitated still, wondering if admitting she had already called the physician would make him just as angry as hiding it or not. “I… Well, you’ve been ill for so long that I… I already sent word to your physician. I know you don’t want it, but sir - I think that if it’ been so long maybe it could be something worse than what you think. Sir, you’ve had… people over recently. You have no idea what she brought into the house - ”
Realizing that her anger and… something else, was boiling over into her words, making her ramble more than she meant, Eliza fell silent. She took a breath and shook her head gently, trying to calm herself. She didn’t understand why her insides felt like they were in an uproar, or why she felt blood rushing to warm her face, but she needed to calm down.
“Please, Lord Edwards. Just a quick look over? If it’s nothing, then at least you would know.”
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Adrian Edwards
 Posted: Nov 9 2016, 11:24 PM
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Adrian Edwards slytherin graduate
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He struggles with the mass of dairy and bread, swallowing it near dry to quickly regard her. "Yes, yes, I figured as much. He'll just go, he is completely aware of the condition." the Lord insists, though he frowns and scowls back at the woman. "You think I sleep with trash? My... partners are all in excellent health I assure you." The pain spikes behind his eyes once more, and an arm lifts to cover his face. "You don't have to be jealous, Ms. Roland, if you'd like an evening with me you only have to ask." he adds, lower, as a grey-haired man waltzes in; the physician.

The newcomer offers one glance at the lord, peeks down at his watch and questions- "Migraine?"

"Of course."

He nods once, and quietly addresses Elizabeth. "Thank you for the heads up. I'll check on him again before bed." before turning, and leaving with a light flourish.

Adrian's arm falls, groping for another sandwich after the male stalks out. "There, are you pleased?" he questions, biting into the triangle, shoving the entire thing yet again into his mouth, followed by a heavy draw on the soup bowl. "You look adorable flustered." he murmurs, gesturing at her. "But surely you came in here for an initial purpose? What was it, my dear? What did you need?"
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