Author's Note: I always wondered about Lydia and the possibilities of her character.
Elizabeth Bennet of Longbourn stood in the vestibule of her family home pulling her gloves on, preparing for her daily morning walk.
Ever since the arrival of the newly married George and Lydia Wickham two days ago, Elizabeth had spent as many hours as possibly trying to avoid her youngest sister and new brother in law. The knowledge of their sham of a marriage and how close she and her family were forever ruined ran through her head whenever in their company. Needless to say, it was difficult to hold her temper, especially when Lydia showed how silly and ridiculous she was.
A moment before Elizabeth was about to step outside, someone spoke from behind her.
"Oh goody! You're just about to head out?"
Elizabeth whirled around in surprise. She hadn't heard any footsteps or floorboard creaks. Lydia stood there, dressed in her own garishly colored outdoor gear. It was something she had purchased in London, apparently, it was 'the height of fashion'. Elizabeth thought it was a gaudy atrocity.
Not wanting to answer, but knowing the nature of her sister, Elizabeth replied, "Yes," in a terse tone, "you know I adore my solitary walks". She hoped this would deter her sister, not wanting to be in her presence.
Lydia just smiled. "Goodie! Since I don't know when I'll see my childhood home again, now that I'm a married woman," Elizabeth rolled her eyes at this, "I think I'll join you."
Without giving a response, Elizabeth turned and walked out the door. Lydia followed behind, a smile on her face.