Should this be ell est or least? Jane asked Charles. But he didn't respond causing Jane to turn toward him.
Your hand, Charles spoke up pointing at Janes's bleeding ankles.
What!, Jane marveled at the sight of what Charles was showing her, she was stunned by the sudden bleeding of her ankle, despite her attempt to cover the wound she deliberately inflicted on herself, the breeding of the injury still revealed it.
Please leave, Jane spoke up, demanding Charles to leave immediately while covering the bleeding ankle with the other one.
Huh, Charles huffed in confusion, probably not expecting her sudden outbursts.
Just wait outside! Jane clarified sounding more serious. Charles did not say anything to her, but made his way out of the room, to wait at the passage.
She's in trouble, isn't she, Amelia, Jane's little sister asks Charles after seeing him walk out of her sister's room. Amelia's door was open and she possibly heard the query from her sister just now, so seeing Charles come out of the room, she thought something was wrong.
I... what'd you mean? Charles inquired, ignoring Amelia's question.
For failing French. Amelia replied innocently, rolling her eyes, in a hippy expression. She was sketching something on her drawing book but still looked up to answer Charles.
She's not gonna fail, Charles responded in assurance. Making Amelia drop her pencils, now looking at him.
You're Charles. She inquired in a hushed tone, waiting patiently for Charles's reply.
And you're. Charles replied with a question, nodding his head in agreement with what she asked.
Am Amelia, Amelia replied confectionary.
There was a girl in my old school named Amelia, we used to call her Meelie... Charles started, restyling his average-sized hair.
That's what Jane used to call me...Amelia started with a smile before continuing, I'd know it's a pet name that famous aviator Amelia Earhart went by. Amelia replied.
Am not sure I know any better, umm. Can I call you that, Charles requested looking at Amelia with a hopeful gaze.
No! Amelia reject his request without a second taught.
Why not, Charles protested with a smile, trying to persuade her, but the latter wasn't joking about her refusal. She gave him a wicked smile before replying.
Because it's a privilege you haven't earned. Amelia maintains her stand, concentrating back on her drawing. Charles signed in surrender. Answering back he complained.
No one makes a friendly conversation in this house, do there. Charles jerked in frustration.
A sound came from Janes's room like she just unlocked the bolt, but Charles didn't react to it. Amelia seized it as an opportunity to play her triumph card. With that, she answered Charles's question.
That means you can go back in. Amelia replied to the frustrated Charles, while also shutting her door under Charles's unsettled gaze.
Charles couldn't help but walk back in to meet Jane in her room. He didn't care to look at her, he picked up his book and started writing some French text, opening down phrase by phrase. Jane was watching all the while, she wasn't having a sudden attitude, so she went straight to the point.
Promise me you won't tell anyone, Jane started, referring to the cuts on her hand.
Okay, Charles assured her, staring eye to eye.
No, I need you to promise. Jane insisted.
I promise, Charles clarified her, before continuing his writing.
Jane stared at how smoothly Charles handled French exercises like he had been practicing from birth, she didn't understand the hyphens and letter choices in the language, she could only watch him write until he came to a full stop.
Find the meaning in English. Charles said preparing to leave, he paused and turned toward Jane who was looking at him confusingly.
You!... you heard of Jonathan Lewis. Charles requested.
Mmh, I learned he was beaten at the party by some old-hand boys, and sadly, on his last leg. Jane enunciated.
Charles just stares at her in bewilderment, like was he the only one who isn't aware of how the Taper's party ended.
You knew! Charles spoke up again.
Yeah, everyone went home in low spirits. Jane replied. You were leaving... Jane reminded him, indirectly asking him to go already, She doesn't seem to like awkward conversations.
Yeah, Charles answered snapping back to reality, before exiting the room.