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    @Sadie Woodrow @Suzanne Lee April 8th

    Benji sometimes forgot what a large family he had. Growing up, he'd barely seen his mother's siblings--or his father's, for that matter. He hadn't met his paternal uncle until the day that he'd thrown them out of the Turner household. Aunt Hope had been the only member of the extended family who had seemed to have any sort of object permanence, and that was only because she happened to live with them. Even after he'd left the middle class home where he'd been raised, it had been much the same--it had only been a few months before he'd been ushered off to an entirely strange household, so he hadn't really gotten to know anyone that well. He knew Uncle Amos a bit better than the rest, because he'd lived with him, and because it was always to Uncle Amos' house that they came for things like this--and then Aunt Morgan, because it was impossible, after meeting Aunt Morgan, to feel as though she was a stranger. She just had that sort of personality.

    Anyway, coming "home" for holidays or get-togethers or what have you always left Benji feeling strangely out of place, as though he'd been asked to walk out onto a stage and he didn't know any of the lines and was only vaguely sure he was in the right costume. He'd towed Gerald along, who, he suspected, felt similarly, and then had surrendered him in sacrifice when Uncle Luke wanted to start pontificating on snuff. Benji suspected that as a footman he should probably have more opinions on snuff than he currently did, but he didn't like it and never had. It made him sneeze.

    Abandoning Gerald, then, Benji moved around to the back of the house, hands in his pockets. His mother was on the back stoop--it was sort of like a patio but calling it that after he'd been exposed to Mr. Pettigrew's patio felt perposterous--with one of his aunts, but it didn't seem like he was interrupting anything important.

    "I saw a girl from school yesterday," he said conversationally, though this was perhaps not the safest topic to start in on with his mother. "At Padmore Park. I guess she was there for the picnic."
    Benji has family and friends for adoption!

    It was rare for Suzanne to be allowed out of the Dawlish home to see her family. She spent her entire day fussing after Mrs. Glory Dawlish. After the elderly Mrs. Smith, Glory Dawlish was a great improvement - Suzanne truly came to care for her former employer, but she had been an old lady. At times, being her personal maid hadn't been so fun. Glory Dawlish, on the other hand, was a young woman still, who smelled nice and didn't need any additional help in certain areas.

    Coming home reminded Suzanne that, even for a domestic servant, she was lucky. Lady's Maids were high end servants, so she had a nice room back at the Dawlish home. She shared it with the housekeeper, but it was better than what some of the lower end servants got. Than what her nephew got, probably.

    She didn't mind his interrupting her and Sadie's catching up. Suzanne had always liked children when they grew old enough to be intelligent - particularly boys. With boys, she could talk about dueling and Quidditch. If she ever had children, Suzanne wanted them to be sons. And if they were daughters, she'd try her best for them to grow tough - not the girly sort.

    "Is that so?" Suzanne commented in a friendly tone and she turned in her seat to have a better look at her nephew. "Is she someone you like?" She gave her nephew that kind of smile that most fathers gave, when they suspected their sons might have made a step closer to becoming men.
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    Sadie did not mind her employer. In fact, as a lady of the house she was a considerable improvement from Vivian Turner had been, even if Mrs Black did come fully equipped with melodrama and a truly creepy in-law that never seemed to be very far from her lady, scalpel in hand. Having heard audible signs of the older woman doing Merlin only knew what late into the night Sadie already had a healthy fear for her life in the Black household that left her feeling rather unsettled.

    Unsettled was good though. The last time she had been settled it had blown up in her face quite spectacularly and Sadie was determined that she would never be in that terrible position again. All she had to do was keep her head down and pray Mrs Black never had any cause to look into her references with any depth – from everything she had seen it didn’t seem like Mrs Black did anything with depth so she was relatively content for the time being.

    She did miss Benji though and had relished the opportunity to join him and Suzanne on one of their rare shared days off. It was a shame that home felt nothing like home anymore but Amos had never been the most outgoing of people and the sort of joy she had grown to love in the Turner house was distinctly amiss here. Still, her son was here and that made up for a lot. As did her sister though mostly Sadie enjoyed seeing others recoil from Suzanne’s eye as though the opaque iris could see into their souls.

    “What kind of girl would that be?” She asked with a flicker of a smile, already feeling the deep twisting concern that Benji would be as bad as she was when it came to losing one’s heart, shooting her sister a look to warn her not to encourage him.
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    Benji's cheeks flushed at Aunt Suzanne's suggestion that he might like Miss Mohr. If either of them knew the girl he was talking about, he thought they'd probably react a little differently. She was obviously the prettiest girl in the whole world, and she was obviously far, far out of his league. He didn't think even his aunt would be so encouraging if she knew everything, but he was quite content for them to not know who he was talking about. He wasn't even sure why he'd brought it up at all, but it really was the only remarkable or interesting thing that had happened to him in at least the past few weeks. The off-season in Lancashire wasn't terribly exciting for a footman.

    "No," he said to Aunt Suzanne, but his response was muffled and it was, he feared, painfully obvious that he was lying. "She's just a girl I knew at school. She was in my year and house. She didn't recognize me, though." Turning his eyes to his mother, he frowned at her question. "She's--a rich girl. I don't know. I guess I wasn't surprised that she didn't remember me."
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    Suzanne caught her sister's look and she got the message. Besides, from what her nephew was telling, this girl was nobody worth talking about. She didn't sound pleasant at all. She reminded Suzanne of the snobbish, stuck up rich girls from her own Hogwarts years. As well as some upper class ladies she'd worked with at the Ministry. They thought they were such rebels for working, when they were no better than their 'proper' peers!

    "It's her loss, not yours, dear," Suzanne commented. If her nephew wasn't a child, she might have used more colourful ways to describe this female classmate. "I'll share you a secret, that your Ma knows too and it is that those folks are the unhappiest because they are lonely and have no meaningful human relationships. And they drown themselves in cheering potions because their husbands don't love them and their friends aren't actually their friends."
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