Who: Millicent and OPEN What: Cat-hunting When: Saturday afternoon Where: Gaunt Tower Warnings: TBA
Millicent was just about sick of Buster running off all over the castle. She'd had Dean help look for him, but she still found it strange having him around. She was in a strange position indeed: she was in Gaunt Tower, requested by her stepmother so she wouldn't "hole up in her room all the time" and had "the chance to socialise with other girls," but the joke was on her because there were so few girls in the tower that she essentially had her own room anyway. And regardless of the fact that she was in the tower, she still had a servant of her own, which was something she was still getting used to. She could do things herself, thank-you-very-much, and felt lazy and useless ordering someone else around, so she'd been surprisingly nice to Dean. It was an apologetic gesture to him, the way she saw it, treating him well to make up for the fact that she didn't feel comfortable putting him to work.
She wondered for a bit why in the world her family approved of her having a servant. After all, sometimes bossing them around felt like bossing her mother around. Maybe they had a subversive goal in mind, that she would bond with fellows of lesser blood, remember her roots, and possibly rescue some of them along the line?
However, for once she was hoping he'd be around. Or anyone would be around, really. For the life of her, she couldn't find that stupid cat. Where had he even been going, anyway? She headed down the stairs, toward the way out of the tower. Buster could be anywhere, so the sooner she started looking, the better.