That's roughly the idea I wanted to use in my original version of Back to the Past before it turned into the one you see.
Louise was walking down the corridor, accompanied by a maid. They were to go up to the mistress of their mansion, which was reserved for apprentices from noble houses. She had only gotten here because her father made great toys, famous all over the world. That was what they liked to say here, but she was not a stupid girl, even smarter than her peers and girls a little older than herself.
Finding herself at the door that said, "This is where the landlady lives." Her doors were decorated with hand carvings and lacquer that made them look majestic, even the doorknob was of a different design than on the other doors, and of course gilded.
"Why do you take in children and make a farce of it, as if you were somehow different from us?" - Louisa pondered as her maid knocked on the door.
"Miss Arigton, at your command I have arrived," the maid said loud enough for her mistress to hear.
"Come in," came a squeaky voice, as if through an unlubricated door.
As Louise entered, she noticed that Mrs. Brooklyn herself was dressed in a breakfast dress. And her personal maid was fiddling with her favorite day dress, a dark blue satin one that suited her well and accentuated the beauty of her age.
But Louise paid no attention to this; she was studying her hands, or rather the envelope.
"Is it a letter from home?" - Louise guessed and shifted her gaze to the lady's face, "Did you call for me?" - the girl asked out of politeness, guessing from whom and what the letter would be about.
"We received a letter addressed to you this morning at breakfast," and unfolding the letter, she saw that it was signed with her name and written evidently by her father; the seal on it was broken, indicating that it had been opened-"As you see, I opened it because you are in my care, and I do not wish to deal with your family."
"Why does she speak as if I were from a family of barbarians and brigands?" - The girl wanted to frown, but restrained herself and nodded with a stony face.
"In short, your father asks to let you go home for two weeks," the lady said rather menacingly in a squeaky voice that worked on the ear.
But Louise didn't care about that, her mind was racing with thoughts of how she would be able to spend time with her family. Right now she was holding herself back with all her might, she wanted to jump and squeal and do some overly childish dancing.
"And you're going to let me do that?" - Calming down a little, the girl turned to Mrs. Brooklyn, hoping for a positive answer
"How can I ignore Mr. Toto Arigton's request, here is a letter, it will give you the details," Mrs. Brooklyn held out the letter for her to take.
Louise took the letter and pressed it to her heart, she looked at the woman and back at the letter again, realizing she was letting her go too easily, "What do you want in return? " the girl asked, knowing that callouses like to look for a way out if given the opportunity
One corner of her lips, Mrs. Brooklyn's twitched, indicating that the girl was right, "You really are a smart kid," she murmured and looked at the blonde, "Could you talk to your father about having a clock made with your special michonism, this clock is going nowhere?" She pointed to the floor clock that kept breaking and the gong wouldn't strike at the right time even though the time was set correctly.
"By special michonism she probably means Drosselmeyer's gift," the blonde thought, but opened her mouth with a quiet sigh "I'll take the time to talk to him about you, but I can't guarantee that the final decision will be positive," Louise warned, knowing that her father was working on something special, so she decided not to promise anything
"But I'm sure with your abilities, it won't be a problem" insisted Mrs. Brooklyn
"I will mention your request, I won't forget, but the rest is not up to me, Mrs. Brooklyn," said Louisa, and curtsied, "That is all, I should like to go back to my room," and left Mrs. Brooklyn's room without waiting for her to send her away.
"You should have been more strict with her, my lady," said the maid, who had finished cleaning her dress.
"It is sinful for you, as a man who knows almost everything about everyone, not to know that there is a huge line behind his invention, including the royal family," she said with despair, but when her maid whistled at this, put on her mask and stared at her, she quickly corrected herself where
Louise on the way back, not caring for the noble gait, and ran to her room, she really wanted to hear from her father, even on paper she longed for him.
"Ms. Arigton, please change your pace. Even if you were let go it doesn't mean you can forget everything you were taught," the maid muttered
Louise only rolled her eyes and snorted, completely dropping the mask of nobility and allowing herself to be a free child who turned eleven, something adults forget.
She was already at her door, and going quickly into the room, she turned the key in the lock, making it inaccessible to the maid and allowing her to fully enjoy reading the letter.
"Let me in quickly before I go to complain to the mistress," said the maid, pulling on the doorknob
"Beg all you want but I won't open it, it's too private a place to let anyone in" Louise said stepping back to the table by the window so there would be more light. "Even if you want to complain, go ahead, but I don't think anything will come of it," the girl decided to add to her words.
Since the letter had already been opened, the knife that had been lying on the table next to the bed was unnecessary. She quickly unfolded it and brought it to the window, as it was raining today and the light was not very good. Drawing out the first letters, she plunged into reading.
"Dear Lu-lu,
I have missed you very much, and I'm sure you have too. There's always something keeping us from spending time together. I hope you are behaving very well over there?
Unfortunately, I don't have much news, and we live in a time when the contents of a letter are not such a secret. It will be better, therefore, if we talk when you arrive; I am anxious to hear stories of your studies and adventures at the academy."
Here Louise allowed herself to laugh, reminding herself to prepare the most exciting stories, and continued reading.
"But the most important thing I wanted to tell you is that the Baron is throwing a party in honor of his birthday. And we are invited.
Mrs. Brooklyn, I am somehow one hundred percent sure that you will open the letter before you give it to my angel. So please let her leave your dorm for about two weeks, and it wouldn't hurt to send it as soon as possible. The rain has washed out the road and it may take a while, and we need to be there by a certain date.
"From your father, Toto Arigton."
That was the end of the letter, but she didn't rush to put it away, instead she cradled it in her arms, hugging it to herself.
Abruptly standing up, she began to move around the room. A step to the lower right corner, a half turn to the left, a step to the left, a step forward, a turn, another step to the upper right corner. Doing these moves, alternating them as the action progressed, she danced around the room with a smile on her face. Until a knock sounded on the door.
"Louise, let me in," her roommate said
"Charlotte, wait a second," Louise answered her and quickly hid the letter in her desk and ran to the door to let the other girl in
Opening the door, Louise quickly dragged Charlotte inside, not allowing her maid to do anything against these actions . And closed the door again .
"I don't think that was a good idea," Charlotte sighed, putting the notebook back on the shelf and sitting down on the bed.
"I'm too happy to think about nobility and other things," Louise said
."Any news from home?" - Charlotte, seeing the blonde's smile, smiled wryly
"It's still the same, I'm on my way home soon for a party of family friends whose obligatory guests we are," Louise said, a slight blush appearing on her perfectly white face.
"So you have feelings for him? As far as I know he's a bit older than us" Charlotte looked at her with a mixture of squeamishness, for which she received a pillow on the head
"I hope it goes away, he's just a family friend who's a lot of fun," Louise said, threatening her with a second pillow
But that didn't cancel Charlotte's suspicions about the feelings Louise probably had for this "family friend", but she didn't continue as it didn't work out. They also shared their plans for the near future. And after a while, the blonde had to let the maids in to help them.