Hello my lovely readers! I'm so sorry this later than usual, even if it is only by a few days. I had a bad case of writers block, because when you're writing something like this you need to make sure you don't get too repetitive. It's kind of hard to think up a storyline, yet still stick to a storyline. Does that even make sense? Whether it does or not, I hope you like this.

Mrs Patmore sat alone in the kitchen a cup of tea that had long since cooled whilst she had been lost in deep reminiscence. Today had been one year since Lady Sybil died and all day, thoughts of the lovely young woman had drifted in and out of her mind. Now, with nearly everyone in bed she had some time to reflect on her.

In their youth, the three girls had run about the servants hall and snuck in the kitchens to ask for food before hurrying off so as not to be caught by Mr Carson. But as they grew up, the visits had gradually decreased until they eventually stopped altogether. After that she'd never interacted with the family, with the exception of Her Ladyship, who would come down to the menu plannings with her. Other than that, she had no reason to see them. She was just the person who made the meals for everyone.

So, in 1916, when Lady Sybil had arrived in the kitchen asking for some help in cooking she had been more than a little surprised. Completely flabbergasted was a phrase that described her better at the time. She'd been rather doubtful at first. Lady Sybil was unquestionably headstrong and determined and everyone who knew the Crawleys knew that. Mrs Patmore chuckled to herself. She had been no great shakes when it came to soup at first, but with a nod in the right direction and a great deal of resolve she'd proved her worth and blossomed.

Not just at cooking, Mrs Patmore thought. At everything. It was as if she'd found herself during the war. She'd discovered who she was meant to be, and become it. It was rather an incredible thing. Mrs Patmore considered herself pretty tough and she wasn't easily swayed. As a matter of fact, anyone who tried to argue with her generally didn't win. But Lady Sybil was even more stubborn that anyone she'd ever come across including herself.

When she'd first heard the news that she was going to marry Mr Branson, she had been surprised, but not very. There was whispered gossip behind Mr Carson's back as to whether it would actually happen, but Mrs Patmore knew that it would. Once Lady Sybil set her mind on something, she wouldn't back down. No-one could stop her. She sniffled suddenly, realising that silent tears had been running down her cheeks. She wiped them away from her face, but more came sliding down and she let them. It didn't hurt to cry, after all. It didn't hurt to show that she did miss Lady Sybil, even if the woman wasn't a member of her family, or even someone she'd known that well. What mattered was that Lady Sybil Crawley was special to her and she knew she wouldn't forget her while she lived.

I know this was slightly different from my other chapters, but I hope you liked it anyway. I think next chapter will be Violet, and hopefully on my usual day for updating the story. Thank you so much to every single one of you that has read this so far. As always, please review and I'll see you sometime soon for chapter 6.