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Victorians could hire 'professional mourners' to attend their loved one's funeral. These people would partake in the procession and were not allowed to speak, just look awfully sad! — Rune

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"The Prodigal Sister" for Ophelia Devine. Faked deaths, scandal, and schemes!
Kristoffer was going to be great at this, because he was great at everything. Also his memory was greater than everyone else's, because he bet no one else had ever lost their virginity somewhere exotic like Morocco. Hell, he bet no one else had even lost their virginity. Inexperienced losers.

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7 Deadly Sins

Complete seven threads, one where your character displays each of the Seven Deadly Sins — Pride, Lust, Sloth, Envy, Weath, Gluttony, and Greed. Each thread should be at least ten posts, with at least three being your own. Character accounts can be combined.


The Guilty Ones
May 16th, 1888 - Ari's House
She'd been ignoring the problem for so long that now she might actually have a problem. For days, now, Zelda had waffled - she didn't know what to do or who to talk to. Mr. Darrow was not an option, or he was, but she did not know what to say. The list of people who could help her was short. The list of people who could help her and be guaranteed not to tell her father was, well, non-existent.

She missed Mom.

It was easy enough to break into Ari's house. For one thing, she had spent so much of her Hogwarts summers harassing him and Julian that she had methods. For another, now she could just apparate in. She was sitting on Ari's couch when he got home from work, with one of his books open in front of her, although mostly she had just been rereading the same paragraph for the past ten minutes.

She had some whole nonchalant entrance in her head: Ari was going to walk in, and she was going to shrug her shoulders and hassle him about his workday until she finally broke into her problem. That wasn't what happened. Instead, Ari walked in and Zelda closed the book too fast, dropping it onto his sitting room floor with a clatter.

"Evening Ari," she said, "So - erm - how was work? I want to hear all about how work was."

It was neither cool nor collected; her tone was nothing if not nervous.

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The housekeeper hadn't warned him he had a guest, Ari noted in retrospect, once he had walked into his sitting room unsuspectingly at the end of the day. He wasn't sure his housekeeper had known, in fact. This was not a good sign were his house ever to get burgled.

But it was his sister. So, for the time being, it was alright.

"Evening, Zelda," he returned obligingly, resigned-but-not-quite-surprised. In his experience, he came for dinner at the Fisk house to visit, or when he started to miss the chaos of his family; on the other hand, his family usually came to visit him when they wanted something.

Oddly enough, Ari didn't mind this. One couldn't complain about being needed, even if it was only as a sounding board or a fount of free medical advice. Zelda needed something, that much was obvious from her uneven tone: knowing Zelda, however, that could mean nearly anything. Perhaps she'd gotten into trouble at home, and was trying to lie low to evade their father's disgruntlement.

"Work was as fine as usual, thank you," Ari said with a small smile, and he would have happily gone on if he was the faintest bit convinced Zelda had any interest whatsoever in the hospital's ordinary goings-on. He bent down to retrieve the book she'd dropped for her, giving her shoulder a brotherly squeeze in greeting as he straightened up. He set the book on the side table and paced back to sit in the armchair across from her, not too far off, but a better place to survey his youngest sister's face, so that he might work out how worried he ought to be.

"Would you like tea?" He inquired mildly.

Ari projected good mood - he was perhaps not enthusiastic about her presence, but he wasn't mad either. This was a good sign. She brought her hands together and tucked her chin on top. She smiled softly at his work story, but was very pleased, regardless, that he had not gone on, as there was only so long that the hospital could hold her attention for. (But probably, Zelda thought, Ari knew that already.)

The brotherly squeeze was bolstering, except that it also made Zelda particularly nervous for the coming conversation. Ari had never done anything wrong in his entire life, (except for not getting married,) he was the oldest one, he knew everything and Brannon was almost never mad at him. And then there was Zelda.

"Tea!" she said, as if she had just remembered that tea existed, "Tea would be great, thank you, Ari."

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Despite her nervousness - the funny little way she was acting that made it quite clear something was going on - she had smiled, so perhaps it was nothing too troubling. He had already rethought his first notion and given her the benefit of the doubt on whether she'd done something ill-advised to put their father in a mood: that was simply too usual to see her so skittish as this. (And, in that case, she might have been better off at Julian's, or Katia's, or even sneaking out of the house with Leonid: Ari would never have been the most congratulatory audience for her endeavours.)

It was nice to see her, though, so he was glad she had come, whatever the reason for the visit. Hopefully when she left she would seem more herself.

There was no sense in forcing the matter too soon, so Ari pretended there was wasn't something strange hanging in the air, and smiled easily at her agreeing to tea. He rang the bell beside him for it, though he'd scarcely needed to: a cup of tea was always his first restorative measure of choice after a long day, and his housekeeper was at the door only a few moments letter, the teapot already full. She was, as he'd suspected, shocked to see Zelda there, but he waved her apologies off, allowed her to bring a second cup, and then insisted she head home at her usual time, since family didn't count as having company and didn't warrant a change of plan.

When the housekeeper had pulled up the door, Ari poured out the tea himself and passed one to his sister. "So," he began, now that his full attention had nowhere else to be but her, though his question was an undemanding one: "how have you been? Busy at work, too, I suppose?" (It was still a marvel that she was old enough to work, to be in the midst of a career of her own. When had that happened? If he hadn't known better, he might have sworn she'd be at Hogwarts forever.)

Now that they had tea, and Ari's housekeeper was gone, Zelda was really feeling the full beam of her eldest brother's attention. It was already starting to make her a little uncomfortable - and, perhaps, even more guilty than she felt when she first got here. She shifted in her seat. If she waited long enough, would Ari figure it out on his own?

Obviously he wouldn't. Which meant that she was going to have to tell him, and she was going to have to look at his face when she did tell him, and she was not looking forward to finding out whatever expression it would make.

"Not as busy as you," she said, wrinkling her nose at him, "Which is to say that people hardly ever bleed on me. But work's been good." Zelda took a sip of her tea.

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