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"Were you born in America?" Alice was now sitting across from Bella. The brunette was still slightly startled by Alice's audacious personality.

Bella was used to her father and his the mellow cordial nature, even her aunt and uncle and their unpleasant natural dislike for others were sharp, yet quiet and reserved. But no. Miss. Brandon was very far from quiet and reserved. This overwhelmed Bella, causing her to feel agitated and defensive.

"No." Bella supposed she came out quite harsh by the obvious falter in Alice's bright face.

"Um," she quickly added, "I was born in England, my… mother- and father decided to venture over to America when I was yet a child." Isabella sighed and looked away from Alice to the window. The rain was still heavily pouring outside.

"They decided then to come back?"

The brunette looked back at the small girl. "Pardon?"

"Your parents… they decided to return." It came out as more of a question than a statement.

Bella regarded her and then turned back to the window.

"I suppose." It was a vague response.

Isabella did not want to enclose the fact that both her parents were in fact deceased. Well, both might as well be. She had just meet this overly forward girl and already revealed more than she comfortably would have. She supposed it was because of Alice's friendly nature that could drive you to have a conversation, something Bella never really had a grasp of.

Desirably changing the subject, "When do we begin our studies?" Isabella made judgment that Alice was a returning student to the school.

"On Monday," Alice's joyful brightness came back, "We have Saturday and Sunday- well, every Saturday and Sunday to ourselves, and then from Monday to Friday we engage in our studies." Bella gave a nod and stood up.

After Bella unpacked her suitcases and placed her belongings in the dusty leather trunk at the end of the bed, Alice, completely ignoring her own mass of disaster on her bed, grabbed her arm and pulled her out the room.

They were headed to the dining hall for the welcome dinner. Every student was expected to attend, and every professor was going to be there including the headmistress, Miss. Platt.

While walking to the dining hall Alice pointed out corridors and what they led to, study subjects, and professors. What she did not seem to talk about, was what Bella shamefully stereotyped her to talk about, the infamous gossip. Occasionally she would point out if a teacher had children and if those children attended the school.

"Miss. Dove has a daughter in the level above us, but you wouldn't even realise because her whole classroom is covered in cat photos!"

Bella knew of photographs and photographers, they were very popular in America for family members and weddings. Her father had an photographer come to their home for her own photograph, it was a gift for her fifteenth birthday, well over a year ago. She was very grateful and happy considering how expensive they are, she still had the photograph of course.

As they walked into the dining hall there was a lot of chatter. Over half the room was full. Over them was a very dark ceiling in comparison to the walls. The ceiling was high and glittered with candle full chandeliers.

Windows were on the outside walls of the room and wonderfully painted portraits were placed on the walls around the room.

Three long vertical tables went down the hall with single chairs pushed in them, they were a dark mahogany color.

Candles went down the table tops with transparent covers over them to excuse the dripping not.

The room was not as dark as it would probably be at nighttime, but even with the grey skies and the pouring rain, the hall was incredibly pleasant.

"It is quite beautiful right?" Alice as usual was smiling.

"Let us sit over there, by the fireplace." Isabella all but nodded.

She looked down to see that Alice still had her hand on her arm, and now wrist.

Bella tried to inconspicuously pull her wrist from Alice's soft grasp, but that did not go unnoticed. A pink tint surfaced Alice's cheeks as she let go of Bella's wrist and looked away from her.

They were seated near the end of the table which was fairly unoccupied. Most of the students at each table sat near or at the end of the table. Truthfully, Isabella was quite grateful.

"We do not eat until the headmistress makes her welcome announcement," Alice was not looking at her directly, the short haired girl seemed to be uncomfortable and was staring across the room, "and aswell as-"

"You would not believe the horrid garment Victoria has placed on her body." Alice snapped her eyes away from whatever she was looking at to across from her. The once empty seat was now occupied. Sitting there with the same grimacing scowl was non other than the fair haired beauty from the front of the academy.

Her steel blue eyes were trained to Alice. Completely ignoring Isabella. Bella furrowed her eyebrows and stared wide eyes at such a blunt statement, regardless of her knowledge on who the subject was about.

Alice opened and closed her mouth frantically looking at the fair haired girl across from her and then said in a scolding manner, "You mustn't say such things, Rosalie!"

Rosalie scoffed and rolled her eyes, "Oh! You were thinking it too!"

Alice gave a small smile.

Rosalie looked over her shoulder and then back to Alice, still with no regard of Bella.

"Speak of the witch and it shall appear." She spoke in a monotone.

"Oh! Miss. Brandon, and Miss. Hale, don't the both of you just look wonderful! Hm, what a holiday can do! Agreed?"

Rosalie's eyes hardened even more if it so be possible. "Why yes Miss. Sutherland! And thank you so!" She returned the obvious fakeness geniously well.

Miss. Sutherland turned towards a white faced Alice and smiled, "I do hope your holiday was pleasant Miss. Brandon, for as ghastly as the predicament may be… truly curious of course- of my dear uncle's well being, how prolonged is it, until he is reached by his demise?" Isabella studied the girl, she stood, not bothering to sit, but it was evident she was on the taller side. She had thick red hair which contrasted against her pale skin tied in a respectful knot with of course strands out to frame her face. Her face was child like, familiar in someway. Her eyes were intensely green. Speaking of green, the dress she was wearing, subtle green stips on the outside layer and then a sheen of green on the second outest layer, and long sleeved.

Isabella looked down.

Green dresses could be incredibly beautiful, if it so be a flattering shade, however, not if the color and sheen resembled a toad.

Who Bella assumed was 'Victoria', was staring at Alice in an expectant manner.

Alice looked heavily uncomfortable and as pale as ever. Isabella felt sorry for the girl.

"Um," Alice choked out. But before she could continue, the hall quieted down.

Bella looked up.

Miss. Platt, the headmistress, was smiling and standing up from her seat in the middle of the staff table at the end of the dining hall.

Miss. Sutherland or Victoria gave a 'smile' one last time and walked off to the other side of the room.

Rosalie rolled her eyes.

"Welcome, to another year at Witfield Academy for Ladies." There was an applause. "Your studies will begin on the coming Monday, with the exception of those who are practicing a musical instrument, Madam Beatrice would like for you too meet with her first thing tomorrow, Saturday, after breakfast." Bella did not play any musical instrument, and regardless of her aunts demands was not going to start.

"Madam Hurst also wants to give a notice that, books located in the library will not be available to be borrow until this Monday, however you are welcomed to visit the library regardless." Miss platt gave one last smile. "Schedules will be posted tomorrow. Now, dig in!"

Rosalie had disappeared sometime during the announcements, and Alice might as well had; she barely spoke or ate during dinner, and what she did eat, was two slices of lemon cake during dessert, and the only refreshments she drank was interestingly, lemon juice.

Bella tried to talk to her, but only received one word responses, nods, or shrugs.

They were about to have lights out. Alice had her body turned towards the wall in her bed across the room. Bella was not sure if she was awake or not.

"Alice," she whispered, "who was that lady? Miss. Sutherland, the one with the red hair. Was that Victoria?" There was a long pause, and bella actually thought that Alice was most likely asleep.

Until, "Yes," was heard from across the room quietly, "That was; my cousin."

Hello there, and thank you for reading my fanfic. It is my first fanfic on here, so I am quite excited!

I am just so in love with the Victorian Era that I decided to post my OTP based in this time period and I am quite in love, however I do not claim to be a expert on the Victorian Era, at all, so..

Since no one really said anything on the first chapter I wasn't really sure on what to.. center upon.. so. Don't be a quiet reader, well, I am to myself so.. it would be incredibly hypocritical for me to say that so.. instead I will settle on saying "Don't be too quiet!" Oh well, this is long, so, cheers!