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Lizzie is in the ballroom sat at a pianoforte. She is trying to recall a piece that she used to play. The music is very start stop and her brow is creased with concentration.

Lizzie was adjusting, a little bit everyday and it had taken her a while to get used to being away from Jane especially.

She had taken to keeping a journal and noted down new things that she had learnt in it. She was reviewing this over tea and sandwiches in the pantry.

Lizzie chewed thoughtfully on the end of her pencil.

For a dorky teen aged kid, Bobby has managed to set up quite an interesting array of stuff for the party (with the help of Residence staff members).

( Let's get this party started! )


[[ooc: Regular party etiquette, all are welcome, thread hop, post in in several places to get the max amount of tags and fun out of it all!]]

Lizzie is still getting used to being Here. A few days in her room and she has discovered that people do not pay visits upon newcomers. It seems she will have to get out there herself. This is all so strange and very new. A headache threatened ominously. She needed air.

Out into the grounds the air wasn't quite the same as in Hertfordshire but it still helped her clear her mind. She followed a path to what looked like some kind of hot house like some of the bigger houses kept. She decided to peek inside.

Elizabeth Bennett had been enjoying the tour of the Peak District with her Aunt and Uncle the Gardiners. She had been admiring of the landscape; appreciative of the tours around homes of the local gentry and an appetite for local colour.

However, there was one house on this grand tour she had serious reservations about. Pemberley. How could she go there? It was Mister Darcy's house and after his proposal, after the letter that he had written, it would be too much.

The Gardiner's not knowing of these goings on had prevailed upon her with promises that she need not worry. He was known to be in town on business and unlikely to return to Pemberley for a number of weeks. He would never know she had been there.

Resigned she agreed to go and the evening before they were due to take the trip her Uncle took her to one side.

"My dear Lizzie, you mustn't think us terrible, for prevailing upon you so. Pemberley is surely one of the most oustanding houses in this part of Derbyshire."

"I never would sir," she replied.

Mr Gardiner smiled. "I know my dear, but I see your heart is heavy, missing your sisters I'm sure. I have here a little something I think would be a perfect diversion for you."

He produces a small wooden puzzle with many pieces. "It is quite the thing this Season in London, it has been driving me to distraction and distraction is just the thing you seem to require."

"Thank you Uncle, you are very thoughtful." Lizzie said before her Uncle left her to it.

The puzzle was fiendish she looked at the pieces and tried to be logical before going by trial and error, trying to get the pieces fitting as they should. Lizzie noted just before she slottted the last piece in that she must remember to thank her Uncle for the puzzle again in the morning.

The last piece slid into place and Lizzie felt the same surge of excitement that she got when something had been completed to her satisfaction.

She got to her feet, "Aunt Gardiner?" She called.

This was not the room at the Inn she was suddenly very afraid.