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I decided to put a basic rundown of how the two Midford families went along and worked with one another:
Lord Oliver Louis Midford, younger brother of Marquis Alex Leon Midford, had never willingly concerned himself with the troubles of others, not even the Queen's unless they were his to share.
This was due both to his belief that his brother being head of the order of the British Empire, the position awarded to him due his being the eldest son, meant that all of the responsibilities awarded to the Midford family by the royal family belonged on his brother's shoulders and all of the family's other, personal affairs such as main income, running the mines they were in possession of, and making sure any needs of the family were taken care, were Oliver's burden to bear.
The position within the family awarded to Oliver obviously did not suit him since he felt all worries but his own were irrelevant to him, but he still carried out his obligations to his family, but with and attitude as well.
This was the basic set up between the two families and was seemingly beneficial to one another as well.
"Father, I have quite recently gotten a letter from Elizabeth. She says that Ciel, you know, the Phantomhive boy, has just become an Earl. It's quite unbelievable that a child of his age could receive a title like that, isn't father? Well, anyways I was under the assumption that it might be nice and go and visit with him in London. Maybe We could visit with Aunty as well?"
Augusta's tone was giddy and she had a broad smile plastered on her face which wad currently invading her father's personal space. Her father went on about eating his breakfast with his daughter's extremely happy face staying put inches away from his face.
"I'd rather not travel such distances in this condition." He said stiffly as he positioned his left leg a little over and more in Augusta's view. It was splinted and stiffly wrapped, treatment for the fractured leg he received a little over a week ago when his horse rolled onto its side with him still in the saddle.
"Well then I suppose it might be alright if I just get Albert (the eldest brother) to escort me?"
"He's much too busy to be bothered with such trivial things, he is in law school and you know it well enough. How about you get your mother to go visit with you."
'Mother is the whole reason I am trying to leave to visit the Earl in London' August thought to herself, frustration growing within her as her options were growing thinner. She was annoyed by the fact that all her charm was being used but it was to no avail as well.
She trembled a bit as she worked the idea over in her mind, searching for any other person that would take her to London and as she came to the conclusion of there being none left but her, she said, "What of Maria, I am sure that she would be able to come with me to visit the new Earl?"
"I suppose she would. I'll go and tell that she's to escort you later in the day."
"Thank you Father, I am quite excited to be visiting the New Earl Phantomhive." Augusta spoke as she curtsied and exited the room, skips concealed within her steps. "At least I won't have to hear mother's nagging while in London, only Maria's." Augusta spoke unhappily to herself.
"You ought not to wear your hair in such a fashion all of the time. It's too immature for your
age, you're too old to be braiding it back in loops like that, it's childish. At least your hair isn't
mudd coloured like your mother's, but your father's handsome blonde locks are wasted when
you wear your hair in that fashion. And that fringe as well, I simply cannot see why you pull the
short fringe from your bangs and have it hang over your face like that. Ugh… If only you weren't
so foolish and would let me dress you and style your hair as I used to. You'd be a much
handsomer woman." Maria sighed as she nagged Augusta about her appearance and what ever
else she deemed nessescary to nag about. Augusta simply sat straight faced and a bit annoyed. A nanny is never a good traveling companion.