Chapter three - meet Vivian Penelope Von Schvart
Thanks again to everyone reading and reviewing! I'd just like to clear up a little confusion – Nellie, Katie and Fatima are all jubileena's OCs, and "Julie" is TheDisneyFan365's OC.
TheDisneyFan365: Thanks! And we'll see, all in good time!
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W. R. Winters: They are, aren't they? And no, I don't plan on putting in anymore OCs – I may change my mind later though!
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Nellie tried desperately to get back to the game over the next few days, but with the amount of homework and the regular cleaning she had to do, she had no chance. Finally, Saturday rolled around, and she was going to play the game in the afternoon when Lady Bury approached her.
Isn't it always annoying when you work out a plan and someone comes along and ruins it?
"Nellie! There you are!" She said, running up to the girl. She was a stocky woman with ruddy cheeks and a rosy complexion. Her hair was short, and platinum blonde like her daughter's, but wavy. She was a little pudgy thanks to the amount of tea parties she loved to hold, but still managed to squeeze into her dresses, which were all different shades of pink, cream and lilac. Luckily for her servants, she was quite a jovial, friendly woman, even if she did care a lot about her social status.
"Good good, I'm so glad I found you. I need you to serve for me this afternoon. I've arranged a tea party with Madam Von Schvart and her daughter!" Nellie could practically see her puffing up with pride.
You remember, dear reader, when I told you that Lady Bury was the second richest and second most influential person in the town? Well the very richest and most influential is the prestigious Madam Von Schvart and her family.
Madam Von Schvart could not differ more from Nellie's mistress - she was tall and willowy, with long black hair that curled down her back to her waist. She often sported dresses of darker colours, such as navy, forest green and chocolate brown, and though she was usually enjoying herself, she was not as expressive as Lady Bury. Her daughter was the spitting image of her, but could not be more different in terms of personality.
"I can't have Minnie or Tilly stilling something and messing things up, nor can I trust the boys, Miss Malark and Cookie will be in the kitchen of course, and dear Stitch has taken on a bad cold," Stitch, dear reader, was definitely Lady Bury's favourite servant, as she was as good as gold and as quiet as a mouse, "So I can only rely on you, dear! I can trust you." She said affectionately, patting Nellie's head even though the tall girl was nearly at her height.
"Of course Lady Bury." Said Nellie with a quick curtesy. "I shall go fetch my serving dress."
Half an hour later, Madam Von Schvart and her daughter arrived to Lady Bury and Tiffany dressed up to their very best, an ample tea waiting to be served, and our serving girl in the corner, crisp grey dress on and a white apron.
"Ah my dear Sara, so good to see you again." Said Madam Von Schvart upon entering in her heavy German accent, as she and Lady Bury kissed each other on the cheek. Then, in a more brittle tone, she said: "Say hello, Vivian."
Vivian Penelope Von Schvart sulked through the front door, black hair pulled up into a tight ponytail, minty green dress seemingly irritating her as she tugged at the collar. "Good afternoon." She said, looking up at her hosts, with not the trace of a foreign accent. "Hey Vanellope." Answered Tiffany, with a brief wave.
"Vanellope?" Nellie heard Madam Von Schvart ask, a sharp edge to her voice. "It's a nickname, mum. You know, mixing Vivian and Penelope?" Replied Vivian, looking fed up.
They moved through to the parlour, but it was clear from the very start that only the mothers were enjoying this. The two girls spoke together in low voice, occasionally shooting annoyed glances at their mothers, and sending conspiratorial smirks to one another. Meanwhile, Nellie served to the best of her ability, trying her very hardest not to make a sound or drop anything.
Suddenly, Vivian sat up straight and turned to her mother, with a slight wink to Tiffany that went unnoticed by all except Nellie. Then, she exclaimed "Oh mother, I feel a little faint all of a sudden. Could I be shown to the bathroom, please?" She asked her host, who motioned immediately for Nellie to do so.
When they were out of the parlour and halfway down the hall, Vivian gave a dramatic sigh of relief. "God, that was boring. I hate these things so much."
Nellie smiled sympathetically. "So are you and Tiffany friends?" She asked. Tiffany went to the posher school of the town, so Nellie was not very knowledgeable about her friends and social life. "Yeah, me, her and Carmalina usually hang out." Answered the girl next to her. Nellie knew Carmalina - she had frequently visited the house. She was an Italian girl, but she had been raised in this town. She and Tiffany shared many interests and hobbies.
"Now, let me ask you something - do you want this to end as much as me and Tiff do?" Asked Vivian. Nellie nodded grudgingly. "Thought so. After all, serving doesn't seem very fun. So here's what we do..."
Now dear reader, let me clarify a point. Nellie would never lie unless it was absolutely necessary - or, as it was in this case, it benefited the entire party. So please do not hold her actions against her from what she does next.
She opened the door, and said, in her most believable voice: "I'm afraid that Miss Von Schvart feels quite dizzy - she thinks it may be from the journey. I have left her in the sitting room, for she cannot walk very far."
The reaction that ensued was exactly as planned. Lady Bury, not wishing to appear inconsiderate, immediately suggested they should cut the tea short. Madam Von Schvart, worrying about her daughter, also suggested the same thing. And Tiffany, wishing to end the tea as soon as possible, sat still and did not interrupt.
After the Von Schvarts had left, with promises that they would have to do this again (Nellie severely hoped Stitch would be well enough to serve), Nellie proceeded directly to the servants quarters, and turned on the television. Finally, she could get back to the game.
Well, feel free to tell me what you think!
This is Sticky (a.k.a Miss Wipplesnit) signing out for the night! Goodnight!
