So...you looked at the elegant gothic-styled chapel...this was school Britain's finest school for the high-end? It was marveling you couldn't deny that. Consider how large and closed-off the campus was. If one could call it a campus? With its historical buildings, corridors, dormitories...lavish and lushes abundance lawns. Not a drop of money was spared. Even the air smelled rich, which was a surprise. Everyone here, by everyone whom you saw quickly as you walked through (you had to go another way), where all young men. Young noble men, ranging from ages thirteen to at least nineteen. Each one of them looked distinguished and proper. They held an air of their lineage well and right. All wearing the required uniform, a simple (expensive) black suit, and tall black hat on top their heads. Each one of them wore it, minus the help and assistance. For others eyes, they looked handsome, in your eyes they...looked normal.

You suppose. Some did look cute and adorable. The younger ones, who accidently bumped into you, one did. "AH!" A feeble and meek voice stammered. Flustered. His red eyes or eye as his straight chin length silver-blonde hair, covered his right eye, looked at you. You barely got a look at him, his head dropped the moment his eye landed on you. "I sincerely apologize. I mean it."

He trembled a bit. For reasons unknown to you, but you saw his weighted nerves, smile softly to yourself. Raise a hand, rest it gently on head. Felt his trembles rise a moment, stop.

"That's alright," you said kindly. "I should have been looking where I was going. I apologize, sir." Picking up the edge of your simple wool brown skirt, tip forward just a bit. To the boy's surprise. "One such as myself should have been more aware of the dangers I presented to you. For I am merely a humble helper here. Have you," you rise, eyes tenderly on him. "obtained any injuries? If so, please tell me?" Your voice rises woefully.

Pink rose on the young boy's cheeks. His bottom lip began to tremble...such a sweet and...warm voice. So kind and radiant..was this all a dream that someone was actually speaking to like this? And...he sniffed, what a lovely scent...it was...he sniffed again...this time to hold back the tears that began to rise. Tears that he felt a soft touch wipe them away. Struck a cord in his heart, speeding up its normal beat to one of a flutter. Warmed his cheeks now.

Grew in heat, the moment he lifted his eyes and meet two shinning suns...no golden coins? No...it was much lovelier than that...it was...it was...lost of words to describe what he was staring into...just that it was kindness in all its form. Their golden eyes...eye as one was hidden by their long red bangs, still it didn't stop their shine from coming through.

So...breathtaking...this was one of the help? His mind wondered shocked, they looked fresh...young to be help, yet their attire spoke their class. Working class, yet, their physical appearance spoke beauty. Natural and kind beauty. That burned his cheeks further, he felt the heat move up to his ears. He was sure steam was coming out of them...and when a slightest, softest laugh slipped from between their delicate lips...their heart sped up, it hurt.

They held a hand over it. To keep it steady...this was all a dream, he shut his eyes. This was all...nothing but a dream, someone like this...wouldn't be...wait? He hadn't answered her question. On his condition.

"I'm alri-"Shot his eyes open, finding no one there anymore. They where gone...like breeze. But, they left something...lifting a hand touched the top of his head...he could still feel it, her touch. And remember that smile. He wondered...if she'd remember him...if he'd run into her..once more.

Hopefully.

Hopefully, you weren't late. Having that run in with that young boy, who clearly held low thoughts of himself, the way he cowered and shook before. And you were a...'working class' while he was a noble. Quite unusual. Oh well, he seemed well and fine, there was no mark of injury on him, so there wasn't much to worry. Except that you made it on time. Picking up your skirt and pace, quickly make your way down a hall leading to where all who where employed here would go. The scent of the delicious and rich food filled your scent. You were getting closer, hurrying, in a minute or two, you arrived to the kitchen. Just as a new student arrived on campus. And both you and the student where vigorously approached. Instantly and initially perceived it as hostile attack, find it wasn't. The student's tie was quickly straighten, while a white apron was put around you, a bowl shoved in your hands, and pushed to an opening on the counter.

Your spot.

Sigh you knew what to do, but that wasn't what the sigh was for. No, looking down at what you had...this mix your nose wrinkled and brows knot. This would not be served. Not on your life. Reaching behind you, undo your braid, quickly with on hand scoop and grab it all in one hand, with the other hand reach into the pocket of your skirt whip out a hair tie, tie your 'hair' back into a pony tail. Hands on your waist, push your sleeves back, ready! You were going to fix...this. Smirking to yourself, an idea came...yes! That's what you needed! Indeed. Leaving your...spot find what you needed around this large and grand kitchen.

Adding a few things of your own, finish. Pop them in the oven, take them out once done, set them aside to cool. Surprisingly you made enough for...quite a few.

"There," you dust your hands off, give a crisp nod. With a confident smirk. "it should all taste lovely. I hope though," you give it a thought. "it isn't too much. Or too sweet." Tap your chin. "Maybe..."

Pondering, a figure approached you. "Excuse me?" Came a soft, jovially voice. You turn to it, see nothing, "Down here, my dear." A old, yet soft hand raised. Your eyes drop to it, find a women. An older woman, near Tenaka's age or maybe a year younger. Dressed in a formal maid attire, like Mey-Rin's. A wrinkled, kind smile on her face. Eyes closed or half-way opened? You couldn't tell, except she was kind. She hunched a bit, but not too much. She was small, nearly half or a three-quarters your size. Small rectangle glasses rested on her nose. "My," she adjusted her glasses a bit, leaned a little closer. Her smile spread a little more. Held a hand before her mouth. Giggles softly. "what a beautiful young lady you are. I wasn't expecting such a rarity to with an old hag such as myself."

"OH!" you fluster a bit, bowing. "You are no hag. Not at all! By all means you have been blessed with wisdom."

She chuckled from your words. "How kind of you and thoughtful. Please, lift your head, beautiful eyes like yours should not be cast down." Her hand comes under your chin, and lifts if gentle. "Ah! There they are, two lovely rising suns. Staring in them, warms these old bones."

Her words where kind, a blushed smile came to your lips. "...Thank you."

"And polite as well?" She teased lightly. "My are you not the whole package?" She took her hand back. "My name is Miss Agnus, Head and senior maid here. You must be our newest Parlour maid." You nod...slowly. Her smile brighten. "Wonderful! I was wondering when you arrived. Please, tell me your name?"

May, was what you wanted to tell, but, you couldn't. That had to be tossed aside...for now. "My name," you softly mutter to the side for a moment...lip quivered a bit. A twisting feeling wretched at your stomach, you didn't want to use this name...but...you had too. Despite how much it meant to you and it made you crumble inside. Spoke it. "my name is, April O'Neil."