Her face was not her own, a pudgy cheeked dumpy looking creature with dull brown hair and watery blue eyes. The clothing had been taken from the house servant laundry, a plain black skirt, and white blouse. Even though it had been 4 years since last she had seen Peter, he would most likely recognise 'her'. The last time they had seen each other she had been 16, home from Mandira for the summer holidays - the year after Mister Dantés had died. In the process of passing her care from the school to the house keepers, governess and extensive household staff who would watch over her until she finished her education. Ramdas had been the main stalwart care provider, intelligent and loyal he had been the obvious choice. Adrestia, at that time, still maintained the gangly long limbedness of childhood, hovering around the edges of her appearance – all of which were gone now that she was fully blossomed into womanhood.
Her plan had been to slip into Peters home and pretend to fall asleep on the sofa – playing the part of the indolent maid servant caught dozing by her employer - a little joke to let him know that she had arrived safe and well. It was very possible that he had already knew Adrestia had arrived. It was possible that Ramdas had sent him a patronus to him to the moment they set foot in England. When she had slipped into his study she had found a file with her name on it – the investments and business that Peter managed on her behalf.
Dropping into the masters chair behind the deak, she had lost herself in reading through them. She knew he had done well – ‘wisely and prudently’ are what Mister Dantés had always said of Mister Salvages investments on her behalf, but it seemed he had been under selling her fathers proteges skills. She smiled reading them, he truly had made mountains out of molehills in terms of the returns on those investments. Between the money that her fathers investments in Peters business and the money Mister Dantés left her, much of which had been given to Peter to mange her finances were well and truly secured.
Her ‘lazy maid’ plan was all but forgotten when she heard the door click open. She didn’t look up but wished she could see his face- the dumpy house maid helping herself to her master’s papers.
Her plan had been to slip into Peters home and pretend to fall asleep on the sofa – playing the part of the indolent maid servant caught dozing by her employer - a little joke to let him know that she had arrived safe and well. It was very possible that he had already knew Adrestia had arrived. It was possible that Ramdas had sent him a patronus to him to the moment they set foot in England. When she had slipped into his study she had found a file with her name on it – the investments and business that Peter managed on her behalf.
Dropping into the masters chair behind the deak, she had lost herself in reading through them. She knew he had done well – ‘wisely and prudently’ are what Mister Dantés had always said of Mister Salvages investments on her behalf, but it seemed he had been under selling her fathers proteges skills. She smiled reading them, he truly had made mountains out of molehills in terms of the returns on those investments. Between the money that her fathers investments in Peters business and the money Mister Dantés left her, much of which had been given to Peter to mange her finances were well and truly secured.
Her ‘lazy maid’ plan was all but forgotten when she heard the door click open. She didn’t look up but wished she could see his face- the dumpy house maid helping herself to her master’s papers.
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