Fantasy The Illustrious Estate of Lord Solberg - In Character

[Midnight Paragon]

The Solberg Estate
8:00 AM
-3 Days before the Bi-annual Ball-
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It was a bright, clear, sunny Wednesday morning, three days before the ball. The air was crisp, the birds were chirping, a breeze was blowing...
And then, the sound of an explosion was heard, coming from the inside of the estate, and could be heard from everywhere inside. It lasted only about four seconds, then stopped abruptly. The whole mansion was quiet again...

In the library, an immensely large room filled to the brim with bookcases and books on all subjects as well as a few tables and chairs here and there, there was also silence, save for the barely audible tick of the clock as it counted on. And then, a bright white light filled the room, if only for a moment, and a particularly large bookcase housing mainly encyclopedias moved forward and aside. A foul, green smoke began pouring out from behind it, and the cloud began milling around the room.
Julius Solberg stepped out from the fog, coughing hard from it, his normally long, straight white hair in a frizz, and his eyes began to water as he rushed towards the nearest window and flung it open. The fog gradually began to dissipate or roll out the window and disperse, and Julius finally stopped his coughing after a minute or so, breathing a heavy sigh of relief.
Julius had been experimenting in his Potion Room, conveniently located next to the library, and only accessible by a fellow magician. But while his experiments before may not have the best results, he certainly wasn't expecting a sort of explosion from it. He held up the bottled flask in the light of the library, his other hand trying to smooth out his hair as he gazed at the green, almost jelly like, liquid inside, which seemed to be....moving on it's own? How curious....what in the world was this thing?....​

 

[A L M O S]

Walter Maxwell Hardland

Spoiler: CHARACTER PROFILE

ROLE: Family Bulter
GENDER: Male
AGE: 37

PERSONALITY:
Walter, or Hardland as he prefers to be called - serves as the quiet, unfettered and impersonal extra hand to the family. He prides himself in his ability to stay just close enough to be a confidant, without becoming family. His quiet, contemplative nature makes him an excellent ear to have in the room when anyone should wish to complain or vent without making him a necessity. He is as much a perfectionist as one could be, and will spend an extra hour on nearly anything in order to make sure it suits the context best - even if it should cut into his personal time. He does not see it as a sacrifice, but rather duty towards the Solberg family. This does not make him servile in any sense. He sees it as a job but does not consider himself anything less than their equal. He is helping, like those before him to cement a dynasty. He is very proud of that fact.

He takes great care to keep his appearance as clean and perfect as possible - not allowing a single piece of flint to stick to his dark suits. His hair is always perfectly kept - and his face clean of any dirt or marks. He does not allow disorganisation or uncleanliness in any way - and so would not allow it in himself either. He would not point it out directly in someone else but prefers to set an example of his expectations and show others how he believes they should take care of themselves.

HISTORY/BIO:
Harland comes from a long line of men and woman, who pride themselves on never being those who affect change - but those who ensure it. As such, they place themselves in positions where they can do the small and large jobs behind the scenes that secure great dynasties and the makings of legend. He was born from his house and was taught to turn his hand to most things. While he might not be able to achieve anything great on his own - he would always be able to elevate even someone brilliant, into someone extraordinary. He studied culinary arts, along with music, politics, law, logic and literature. He worked on his debating skills and mastered many languages and their accents - and made sure to master how to teach these things himself. By the age of thirty, he was as close to renowned as a butler might be - the charming patron of a series of parties Europe still whispered about while tutoring royalty and lecturing in halls of legendary hospitality.

He travelled all over the world for a few years, learning everything about the various cultures he encountered - the foods they made, how they dressed, and what was proper decorum for them. He studied magic in many places, learning some rather advanced magic and reinventing it to fit with his position as a butler. After a while, he realised that while he tended to the personal and social lives of other's - he did not have a 'life' of his own, as it were. So he decided that once a year he took a month off - just before the seasonal festivities - making sure that he would be back before the planning would begin. On this vacation, he would travel alone - visiting his favourite bookstores all over Europe, tasting the best wines of the past year, doing part-time work in famous kitchens and enjoying anything new the opera scene had to offer. He would also sometimes start a wild romance with someone beautiful and brilliant (he has a thing for Soprano's and Premier Danseurs) - and they would sometimes spend the month together, before parting on good terms. This was as much freedom as he allowed himself - and when he returned to work - no one knew of his pastimes. He never brings anyone home or even tells them about his job - for fear of compromising his position and that of the family. It was a bit of a treat for himself - keeping his secrets if only to inspire even more gossip among the staff.

A few years ago he applied to the Solberg family for a long term post - where he would be the quiet hand to ensure their lives went as fluently as possible. He took care of the Solberg legacy and ensured they continued their studies and work. He took care of the staff and made sure they were working at optimal efficiency. He welcomed guests and sent them away with a charming smile. When the parents of the children passed away he struggled for a while - not sure as to what his position should be. Yes, they were old enough to take care of themselves - he was but a few years older than the eldest in the family, but by this point, Hardland had become part of the furniture. And as much as he wanted to change it... he cared for them. It was strange being so close in age to his wards, but that did not detract from his job. He wanted them to succeed - and so, quietly - he continued on with his work.

MAGIC:
He can clean things with a wave of his hand, polish glass and shoes with a snap of his fingers and set a table with a wink. Think Mary Poppins and Nanny McPhee - but with a bit more dignity. He has no offensive magic or really defensive magic. Most of it is just augmenting and fixing things.

CATALYST:
A Pair of Beautiful Cufflinks which he fiddles with when thinking

FAVORITE PART OF THE ESTATE:
The Gardens and the Dining Hall.

TRIVIA/OTHER:
He is a Perfectionist
He is a Germaphobe
He can speak GERMAN, FRENCH, ITALIAN, RUSSIAN, MANDARIN and JAPANESE
He can play the Piano, the Violin and the Chello
He loves listening to Opera, and once a year travels to the capitals of Germany, Italy, and France to see one in each language
He also travels to Russia to see Ballet once a year
He makes his own wine and is a bit of a sommelier

THEME(S):

Hardland had been in the kitchen, polishing the silverware in earnest as he worried after the details of the upcoming party. A thin brow rose as he heard the explosion before he carefully placed down the spoon - making sure that it lay perfectly parallel with the rest of the set. He walked over to the basin area, lightly dampening a cloth - filling a glass of water and adding a few pieces of ice - placing both on a silver tray - before making his way towards the library. The walk down the hallways of the manner was quiet - his calming looks towards the rest of the staff emanating a sense of control, and order. They looked at him, sighed - confident that whatever it was, he would be able to make sure it did not affect their duties for the day. For that was his role. This was his little universe - and they were his angels. They kept heaven pretty - and he answered prayers.

He entered the library, taking a deep breath before stepping over the threshold. The room had been filled with smoke but a moment before - and he saw his employer standing closer to his 'secret' laboratory. Hardland rose a brow again, walking over with care - bowing lightly and holding out the silver platter towards Julius - balanced perfectly on a single hand, clothed in a white silk glove. His other hand, clothed similarly, was clenched behind his back - as he tried to reign in his urge to start cleaning. "Rough Morning, sir? Anything I should alert the staff to?" His tone was calm, quiet - not wanting to disrupt the quiet that had befallen the library once more. He looked over towards the goo. "Shall I call someone to clear that... Blubber? Sir? It seems sticky... Best to be rid of it, posthaste." I hope. He finished the sentence in his mind, looking back at Julius.

 

[Elekta Kount]

Karl Solberg
1st Sibling

Papers, papers, nothing but piles upon piles of papers.

It was the only thing that Karl could see on his table, well that and the candle light that kept the room semi-lit. He was in his study at the moment, the room was dark even though it was early in the morning, this was due to the fact that Karl kept the curtains closed nearly all the time.

*Thump*

Well, there were some exceptions, Karl thought as he glanced up to see the dust fall off of the ceiling.

Grunting, Karl got out up out of his seat and headed towards the window. Brushing aside the curtains, he was greeted with the view of smoke coming out of one of the windows of the estate. He already knew who's room that was coming from, Julian's potion room, no doubt experimenting with who knows what in there.

Karl could only grimace, as he let the curtain slide out of his hands and loosely fall back into place. Placing his hands behind his back, he strolled back to his desk where he once again took a seat, staring at the paperwork that was still in front of him.

Grunting again, Karl picked up his quill pen and began writing again. However, only minutes passed before he stopped again, looking quite annoyed at what was now in front of him.

He needed Julian's signature.

Normally he would just forage his brother's signature on any of the papers to save time(and trouble) or just simply putting the family seal on the document, but this particular signature called for a much more...magical touch, more unique to Julian, and thus somthing Karl couldn't replicate as easily as a written signature.

Karl tucked the quill pen he had in his hand over his ear and then started to gather a few more papers from the various piles around his desk, before tucking the stack under his arm pit. He figured he'd save himself the trouble and get a few more things out of the way with Julian while he was at it.

Moments later, Karl could be seen exiting his door with a grunt, his face was ever indifferent, a smile ever absent, and then he started to make his way down the large halls of the Solberg estate.

 

[Midnight Paragon]

Julius nearly jumped out of his skin as a voice suddenly spoke up out of nowhere. His hands shook, and out slipped the vial of goo. Panicking, his hands shot out to grab it, just barely missing and causing it to go upwards a little. This repeated two more times until he eventually got the vial of ooze back firmly in his grip, and he breathed a sigh of relief as he turned to his faithful butler, Mr. Hardland.
"Goodness, Mr. Hardland, make your presence known a little earlier. You start sneaking around the estate like that and people will start to think you're a ghost. Er, n-not to say that there are ghosts here, I just....you know what I mean."
His eyes looked around suspiciously as if checking for spirits around here, but he returned his attention back to his retainer, who was supporting a silver tray of ice water, and Julius' face lit up.
"Ah, my thanks, Mr. Hardland!"
He reached into the glass and pulled out a small chip of ice. He brought it to the top of the vial and dropped it in, watching with extreme fascination as the ice was absorbed into the ooze and disappeared.
"Remarkable! Did it absorb the ice or was it simply too hot for it?..."
His thoughts were interrupted by his butler, who suggested that it be discarded. Julius raised an eyebrow and put on a fake voice of hurt.
"Come now Mr. Hardland, you must surely know by now that I never discard anything of magical or scientific interest. Why do you think I still keep that mouse with wings around?"
As if on cue, an albino mouse swooped out of the Potion Room on a pair of white gilded wings and in front of Julius' face with a squeak, sniffing his nose. Julius sighed at the sight.
"Mortimer, no, it's not time for today's walk. Go on, back to the nest."
The noise let out another squeak and flew back into the Potions Room. Julius approached the open window and used the light to continue to observe the ooze as he adressed his retainer.
"Ah, by the by Mr. Hardland, how are preparations for the ball coming along? I trust everything shall be in tip top shape in three days time, don't you? I hope I don't have to reiterate just how important this year's ball is. The Lunatonne's have RSVP'ed for the first time in years. I'll not have our rivals bear witness to a ball of flimsy measure. The Solbergs are number one in potions; we must remind them that we are number one in all things as well!"
He raised the vial up at the end of his tirade for emphasis, then returned his attention to the ooze inside, aimlessly walking around the library while observing it from all angles.


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[doneanddusted]

(short post sorry)

Everything in the house was relatively clean, and so Elise was in the kitchen making breakfast. Today's breakfast would be, as always, big and with many choices. The family was large and people had different preferences. Meals ought to have many choices. Elise had finished most of the food and had set it on the table. Now she was just doing small things like making quick smoothies. Those would be a choice of drink, along with juice, milk, water, and wine. Choices. Elise did sneak some potions in some of her food. The grains all had some sort of energy/performing enhancing potion in them. It wasn't too much, but it was enough to make a difference. When Elise was pouring in the potions, she was wondering if the potions counted as drugs. Probably. Elise finished the smoothie, poured that into a fancy container, and walked along the hallways to put that on the table. Everything was pretty much set. Ah, shit, it was eight. Elise sighed. She woke up too late...

Elise went out into the hallways once again to look for a household member.

(yeah idk what I'm doing)

OPEN (but kinda looking forward to bumping into Karl Elekta Kount

 

[A L M O S]

Walter Maxwell Hardland

Spoiler: CHARACTER PROFILE

ROLE: Family Bulter
GENDER: Male
AGE: 37

PERSONALITY:
Walter, or Hardland as he prefers to be called - serves as the quiet, unfettered and impersonal extra hand to the family. He prides himself in his ability to stay just close enough to be a confidant, without becoming family. His quiet, contemplative nature makes him an excellent ear to have in the room when anyone should wish to complain or vent without making him a necessity. He is as much a perfectionist as one could be, and will spend an extra hour on nearly anything in order to make sure it suits the context best - even if it should cut into his personal time. He does not see it as a sacrifice, but rather duty towards the Solberg family. This does not make him servile in any sense. He sees it as a job but does not consider himself anything less than their equal. He is helping, like those before him to cement a dynasty. He is very proud of that fact.

He takes great care to keep his appearance as clean and perfect as possible - not allowing a single piece of flint to stick to his dark suits. His hair is always perfectly kept - and his face clean of any dirt or marks. He does not allow disorganisation or uncleanliness in any way - and so would not allow it in himself either. He would not point it out directly in someone else but prefers to set an example of his expectations and show others how he believes they should take care of themselves.

HISTORY/BIO:
Harland comes from a long line of men and woman, who pride themselves on never being those who affect change - but those who ensure it. As such, they place themselves in positions where they can do the small and large jobs behind the scenes that secure great dynasties and the makings of legend. He was born from his house and was taught to turn his hand to most things. While he might not be able to achieve anything great on his own - he would always be able to elevate even someone brilliant, into someone extraordinary. He studied culinary arts, along with music, politics, law, logic and literature. He worked on his debating skills and mastered many languages and their accents - and made sure to master how to teach these things himself. By the age of thirty, he was as close to renowned as a butler might be - the charming patron of a series of parties Europe still whispered about while tutoring royalty and lecturing in halls of legendary hospitality.

He travelled all over the world for a few years, learning everything about the various cultures he encountered - the foods they made, how they dressed, and what was proper decorum for them. He studied magic in many places, learning some rather advanced magic and reinventing it to fit with his position as a butler. After a while, he realised that while he tended to the personal and social lives of other's - he did not have a 'life' of his own, as it were. So he decided that once a year he took a month off - just before the seasonal festivities - making sure that he would be back before the planning would begin. On this vacation, he would travel alone - visiting his favourite bookstores all over Europe, tasting the best wines of the past year, doing part-time work in famous kitchens and enjoying anything new the opera scene had to offer. He would also sometimes start a wild romance with someone beautiful and brilliant (he has a thing for Soprano's and Premier Danseurs) - and they would sometimes spend the month together, before parting on good terms. This was as much freedom as he allowed himself - and when he returned to work - no one knew of his pastimes. He never brings anyone home or even tells them about his job - for fear of compromising his position and that of the family. It was a bit of a treat for himself - keeping his secrets if only to inspire even more gossip among the staff.

A few years ago he applied to the Solberg family for a long term post - where he would be the quiet hand to ensure their lives went as fluently as possible. He took care of the Solberg legacy and ensured they continued their studies and work. He took care of the staff and made sure they were working at optimal efficiency. He welcomed guests and sent them away with a charming smile. When the parents of the children passed away he struggled for a while - not sure as to what his position should be. Yes, they were old enough to take care of themselves - he was but a few years older than the eldest in the family, but by this point, Hardland had become part of the furniture. And as much as he wanted to change it... he cared for them. It was strange being so close in age to his wards, but that did not detract from his job. He wanted them to succeed - and so, quietly - he continued on with his work.

MAGIC:
He can clean things with a wave of his hand, polish glass and shoes with a snap of his fingers and set a table with a wink. Think Mary Poppins and Nanny McPhee - but with a bit more dignity. He has no offensive magic or really defensive magic. Most of it is just augmenting and fixing things.

CATALYST:
A Pair of Beautiful Cufflinks which he fiddles with when thinking

FAVORITE PART OF THE ESTATE:
The Gardens and the Dining Hall.

TRIVIA/OTHER:
He is a Perfectionist
He is a Germaphobe
He can speak GERMAN, FRENCH, ITALIAN, RUSSIAN, MANDARIN and JAPANESE
He can play the Piano, the Violin and the Chello
He loves listening to Opera, and once a year travels to the capitals of Germany, Italy, and France to see one in each language
He also travels to Russia to see Ballet once a year
He makes his own wine and is a bit of a sommelier

THEME(S):

Hardland kept his face impassive as he nodded slowly. "Rest assured, tis a most resplended affair in the making, sir. The invitations have been received, and studied - tables allocated, silverware counted, wine selected, refreshments approved, influencers pampered and temporary staff trained - of the things yet to be finalized only the band remains among the more urgent topics." As he spoke, he placed the tray down and began to organise and replace some books which had been removed from the shelves earlier - and not returned. "One can't go wrong with strings, but percussion seems the in thing for the season. The question remains if one has both - would it be wasteful to deny the ensemble the brass and the woodwork? It would open the repertoire quite a bit... at risk of overshadowing the party itself." As he cleaned up, he walked back to Julius and began to dust off his shoulders and cuffs - his fingers twitching to fix the hair as well.

He refrained, however. It would not do. His father would probably have said something along the lines of it being a 'tad too touchy' - They are in your care, but they are not to be cared for as though they were yours. He placed his hands behind his back, before walking back to the front of the man. "So does one go the classical way - the safe way? Or does one tempt oneself with a pseudo orchestra? Sir?" He bowed his head slightly, waiting for a reply as he wondered at the party arrangements. A few people had not agreed to actually come yet - but Hardland made sure they were being provided for and was planning around them having RSVP'd. This morning, along with a note expressing the family's deepest regrets at not being able to host them - there will also be sent a few gifts to the homes. These gifts had been carefully chosen to imply old favours and remind of ancient alliances. Hardland expected a few replies later today, overturning earlier decisions to decline. "As to the other questions, Sir... I would gather absorption - as there seems to be no extra liquid in the vial, and no condensation along the inside coating which would have suggested heat. The rat is an amusement, distraction and pets have shown to be effective stress management tools." Hardland offered a small, restrained smile. "And, again Sir. I am simply Hardland. Mr. Hardland was my brother."

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[LocKeii]

H a r r y Solberg​

“What do you think Eli, should we go with Gulliver’s Travels or A Tale of Two Cities?” Harry inquired, holding up the latter in one hand as he balanced a collection of books on the other.

Turning, he could just see a tuft of fluffy white hair poking behind varying stacks of novels. There was enough and then some to arrange a miniature paperback castle with a makeshift drawbridge to boot. It was an hour worth of traversing the family library but Harry was more than happy in being able to spend time with his sister. The past week itself had been a whirlwind of activity what with the annual ball nearing and of course the everyday hijinks the Solberg household had to offer. Unfortunately that also meant that there hadn’t been much opportunities to catch up with his siblings other than brief, almost distant greetings.

In truth it was as disappointing as it was unsurprising. After two years and little to no contact he had expected a cool reception. He is however just as determined to make up for lost time and had taken the chance to care for his little sister. She had been no older than a toddler when he had left home and the chance to spend time together was gratifying.

Before he could receive an answer a loud, muffled boom shook the entire length of the two story library. The castle fort wobbled dangerously but a simple wave of his hand righted the stacks in place. Just as he spotted wispy curls of smoke appearing from beneath a bookcase, the oak shelving slid out of place as Julian, the elder Solberg sibling, came rushing out of the putrid smelling green smoke. Harry immediately moved to Elice’s side, casting a fresh air charm to spare him and sister from the strong scented smog.

At the sight of his brother’s disheveled appearance however Harry couldn’t help but smile. It reminded him of the days they would have a go at their own potion line and because of that he was no stranger to the occasional explosive breakthrough. As both Julian and the estates renowned butler discussed the ball, he captured a bit of the spinach-green smoke into a hardened bubble before pocketing it in his coat pocket. One never knew when a whiff of not so fresh air would come in handy.

Making sure Elice was content in her own fairytale fort Harry moved beyond the cozy little reading nook and into the library’s main corridor.

“Sounds as if the Lunatonne’s have something up their sleeve this year.” He mused. What were the chances that their family rival would once again begin attending their balls without an upper hand to play.

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[Cosmos]

Elice was wandering aimlessly about the library after her older sibling, she'd been clinging to him like a bee to honey ever since his return last week, in fact it had only been an hour or so ago she'd managed to escape the maids and rush down to him, they'd been trying to peel her off so that he could get back to important relation but there attempts here fruitless against the young girls eager personality and knowledge of the secret hiding places within the castle. It wasn't until the explosion went off the the young girl finally snapped out of her cheerful terribly off-key humming state, blinking a few times curiously and holding on lightly to Harry's shirt as he cast the spell, watching the older brother from quite a distance with a small chuckle, "Bwoom, Boum!" She called out happily, jumping up and down once only to be annoyed as the fellow younger sibling went off towards him after giving her a polite signal of goodbye.

standing amongst her fortress of book for a few moments she looked around at them, red and blue eye gazing upon the tightly woven leather backs and messy half falling out ink pages of the more child friendly material, she was laughing and smiling a them, evidently having some sort of discussion that only the young girl could hear and understand, it kept her distracted for but a few minuets before she too appeared by the small group, gently latching on to Harry once more and poking her head out from behind, hair in a mess after managing to free herself from the ponytails that'd been put in earlier, the strands gently settling over her shoulder, glancing curiously at the small vile of green ooze, "Gwaar! S-Scuwy ting tere rarrrrr!" She muttered out, as though she was trying to listen to the substances words and being afraid of what it may have been saying.
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[Midnight Paragon]

Julius' eyes narrowed as he stared down the just barely moving ooze in the vial as his retainer set his tray down and moved forward to straighten out Julius' clothes, which he hadn't even noticed were ruffled from the explosion. His retainer reminded him of his preferred name, and Julius turned from to the ooze to him with an apologetic look on his face.
"Ah, that is correct. Apologies, Hardland. My mind always seems to forget those blasted details whenever I'm focusing on an experiment. Hm..."
He brought his crew hand to his chin and gave it a rub, closing his eyes in thought as Hardland went over the situation of the ball. He thought for a minute, not moving a muscle, then opened his eyes slowly as he adressed his older servant.
"I believe we should at the very least try to adapt the percussion with the band. If we pull it off correctly, every lord a hundred miles from here will be speaking of the Solberg ball and the notes of the band that inspired them for days to come. But if we can't get the sound just right...then we stick with the strings. A much safer sound. Always preferred string to percussion myself."
He smoothed out the rest of his hair as he spoke, not once letting go of the vial in his hand.
"I trust you can find a capable conductor to judge the sound, Hardland. You've never let me down before. As I'm sure I've said countless times, your talents are always most appreciated. I do wish you'd take some time for yourself more often, my friend. You'll gray your hairs young at this rate! Hahaha!"
Julius' laugh was always an odd one; it was a noise that changed from high to low as his head fell back. Not the most dignified of noises, but it was genuine.
His laughter subsided as another voice, this one lighter, yet full of confidence, spoke up behind him. Julius turned to see his brother Harry approaching, voicing his concern as to the Lunatonnes and their attendance. Julius nodded, his eyes closed.
"Yes, that is what I thought as well. Convienent that they would choose to attend now of all times, when rumors of the new goblin tonic I've been brewing somehow got out. It's possible they plan to try and steal it from us.....but, like Mother used to say, we can only hope and trust. And so I choose to believe that they only wish to attend a magnificent party; rest assured that it will be granted."
He gave his younger brother a sly grin and a wink as he finished. Harry had been gone for very long periods of time, and though Julius didnt really have much time to spend with him, he hoped they still had the bond they shared through their childhoods. Harry was sure to be on his guard the night of the ball as well, but Julius hoped he would learn to trust his judgement. Though all the standard wards and enchantment will be placed so that no one but Julius could enter the Potion Room during the ball, he still chose to trust that the Lunatonnes were just trying to be polite and have a good time. It's what his parents believed, and so it's all Julius could do as well. Their families might indeed be rivals, but he hoped they wouldn't go that far...would they?
Then Julius' eyes drifted downward as another head popped up from behind Harry; another messy mop of white, with two different colored orbs under them. Elice pointed at the vial in his hand, saying what Julius assumed she meant was scary; He always had trouble trying to decipher her words, even in his younger years, but that never stopped him from loving her. He gave her a smile and shook the vial a little.
"Oh, this thing isn't scary! It doesn't even have a body! It's just like...the jam you put on your toast in the morning for breakfast. Er, dont put this on your toast though, Ellie. Probably tastes horrible."
He gave the vial another small shake and popped it in his pocket, then approached Elice, kneeling down to her as he put his hands in her hair while tut-tuting.
"Goodness Ellie, why is your hair in such a fuss again? And after all the time the nice maids put in to help you with it. Tsk, tsk. What am I going to do with you, little princess?"
He gave her another smile and ruffled her hair before standing and checking the time on his pocket watch. 8:10. Time for breakfast.
"Ah, is it that time already? Elise should have breakfast ready by now. Come along you all, we can't plan a good shin-dig on an empty belly!"
He gave another of his laughs as he exited the grand doors of the library and began making his way down the large halls of the estate to the dining area.


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[Cosmos]

Elice continued to stay well put behind what now appeared to be the shield of Harry's body as Julius began to explain that the vial of ooze wasn't scary so much as just a strange concoction he'd created once again, she shook her head a little as her fingers grasped tighter, "Sas bawd~…." She mumbled to herself before the item was safely stored away in the pocket of the mans coat, evidently reliving the girl a little as she stepped out the the odd fashion of her sibling and instead into her own place no matter how much you could tell her hands wanted to once again latch onto another.

She couldn't help but let a light giggle escape her mouth as he leant down and ruffled her hair and spoke, it really was quite the disaster, you would've thought she was Harry's child at that rate if it weren't for the otherwise similar features of her fellow siblings, he pendant hang loosely around her neck, the actual part itself tucked beneath her dress whilst the golden chain could be spotted glinting a little in the light provided by the open window. Her face lit up at the mention of food and she excitedly bounced up and down once bare foot, "Fod! Fuud!" She called out like a cheerful young child, you'd never believe she were seventeen unless you were told so directly by another, she didn't look nor have the ability to act anywhere near the age she was supposed to be, a small burst of wind nearby set off by her uncontrollable powers sent a small explosion of books form the 'fortress' to come tumbling down, along with a cloud of rainbow coloured pieces of paper, she blinked over in its direction a few times looking rather confused but amused with what had occurred, no one could really tell if Elice had control over her powers or not but so far she'd only caused- well one or two incidents around the place that had any real effect so they weren't about to go and ban her from it for no good reason, it was a part of their family heritage after all and, in all honesty from the way she acted, and what she'd mumble quietly to the walls it wasn't even certain if the girl knew their parents weren't around anymore, a hopeful and child like gesture, but admittedly slightly saddening when it was overheard by the staff and reported to others.​

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[Elekta Kount]

Karl Solberg
1st Sibling

After a bit of walking, Karl was flipping through his papers, checking to make sure he had them all. He wasen't really much paying attention to where he was going, but he was realitivly brisk about his pace.

Moments later, someone came out of one of the doors down the hall. Karl, of course, hadn't noticed a thing, too situated on one of hte papers addressed to one of the magicians in the House of Lords regarding his brother's status, and of course ended up bumping into said person.

Not even looking up from the paper, Karl muttered a quiet yet somehow stern "Pardon", before making an attempt to side step whoever he had bumped into...
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[doneanddusted]

The head maid kept walking. Something knocked into her. Elise stumbled. The maid turned to see Karl. Ah, a house member! Karl was... interesting. He was the second oldest Solberg in the house, and someone she never really saw. Elise didn’t know too much about him, but that didn’t stop her from wanting him to eat.

“Karl, sir,” She said, trying to catch to him as he walked away. “I made breakfast. I implore you to sit and eat before you go on with your day.”

Her walk matched his, but of course she had managed to look graceful and elegant. She hardly had to put any effort in doing that anymore.

Elekta Kount

 

[Elekta Kount]

Karl Solberg
1st Sibling

Compare to the maid, Karl’s strides were long and loud, not particularly caring about the way he walked. Yet there was something of a purpose in his walk; an energy that was no present on his face, but indeed present in the way he walked.

Karl didn’t really have time for much, but on the subject of breakfast, he gave a glance. Food was usually good, usually could get his attention. But again, he didn’t have time to go sit down eat.

“Bring it to my room” Karl said in a monotone voice. “And don’t touch, anything.”
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[A L M O S]

Walter Maxwell Hardland

Spoiler: CHARACTER PROFILE

ROLE: Family Bulter
GENDER: Male
AGE: 37

PERSONALITY:
Walter, or Hardland as he prefers to be called - serves as the quiet, unfettered and impersonal extra hand to the family. He prides himself in his ability to stay just close enough to be a confidant, without becoming family. His quiet, contemplative nature makes him an excellent ear to have in the room when anyone should wish to complain or vent without making him a necessity. He is as much a perfectionist as one could be, and will spend an extra hour on nearly anything in order to make sure it suits the context best - even if it should cut into his personal time. He does not see it as a sacrifice, but rather duty towards the Solberg family. This does not make him servile in any sense. He sees it as a job but does not consider himself anything less than their equal. He is helping, like those before him to cement a dynasty. He is very proud of that fact.

He takes great care to keep his appearance as clean and perfect as possible - not allowing a single piece of flint to stick to his dark suits. His hair is always perfectly kept - and his face clean of any dirt or marks. He does not allow disorganisation or uncleanliness in any way - and so would not allow it in himself either. He would not point it out directly in someone else but prefers to set an example of his expectations and show others how he believes they should take care of themselves.

HISTORY/BIO:
Harland comes from a long line of men and woman, who pride themselves on never being those who affect change - but those who ensure it. As such, they place themselves in positions where they can do the small and large jobs behind the scenes that secure great dynasties and the makings of legend. He was born from his house and was taught to turn his hand to most things. While he might not be able to achieve anything great on his own - he would always be able to elevate even someone brilliant, into someone extraordinary. He studied culinary arts, along with music, politics, law, logic and literature. He worked on his debating skills and mastered many languages and their accents - and made sure to master how to teach these things himself. By the age of thirty, he was as close to renowned as a butler might be - the charming patron of a series of parties Europe still whispered about while tutoring royalty and lecturing in halls of legendary hospitality.

He travelled all over the world for a few years, learning everything about the various cultures he encountered - the foods they made, how they dressed, and what was proper decorum for them. He studied magic in many places, learning some rather advanced magic and reinventing it to fit with his position as a butler. After a while, he realised that while he tended to the personal and social lives of other's - he did not have a 'life' of his own, as it were. So he decided that once a year he took a month off - just before the seasonal festivities - making sure that he would be back before the planning would begin. On this vacation, he would travel alone - visiting his favourite bookstores all over Europe, tasting the best wines of the past year, doing part-time work in famous kitchens and enjoying anything new the opera scene had to offer. He would also sometimes start a wild romance with someone beautiful and brilliant (he has a thing for Soprano's and Premier Danseurs) - and they would sometimes spend the month together, before parting on good terms. This was as much freedom as he allowed himself - and when he returned to work - no one knew of his pastimes. He never brings anyone home or even tells them about his job - for fear of compromising his position and that of the family. It was a bit of a treat for himself - keeping his secrets if only to inspire even more gossip among the staff.

A few years ago he applied to the Solberg family for a long term post - where he would be the quiet hand to ensure their lives went as fluently as possible. He took care of the Solberg legacy and ensured they continued their studies and work. He took care of the staff and made sure they were working at optimal efficiency. He welcomed guests and sent them away with a charming smile. When the parents of the children passed away he struggled for a while - not sure as to what his position should be. Yes, they were old enough to take care of themselves - he was but a few years older than the eldest in the family, but by this point, Hardland had become part of the furniture. And as much as he wanted to change it... he cared for them. It was strange being so close in age to his wards, but that did not detract from his job. He wanted them to succeed - and so, quietly - he continued on with his work.

MAGIC:
He can clean things with a wave of his hand, polish glass and shoes with a snap of his fingers and set a table with a wink. Think Mary Poppins and Nanny McPhee - but with a bit more dignity. He has no offensive magic or really defensive magic. Most of it is just augmenting and fixing things.

CATALYST:
A Pair of Beautiful Cufflinks which he fiddles with when thinking

FAVORITE PART OF THE ESTATE:
The Gardens and the Dining Hall.

TRIVIA/OTHER:
He is a Perfectionist
He is a Germaphobe
He can speak GERMAN, FRENCH, ITALIAN, RUSSIAN, MANDARIN and JAPANESE
He can play the Piano, the Violin and the Chello
He loves listening to Opera, and once a year travels to the capitals of Germany, Italy, and France to see one in each language
He also travels to Russia to see Ballet once a year
He makes his own wine and is a bit of a sommelier

THEME(S):

Hardland waited for everyone to leave the library, before making a rather elaborate gesture with his hands - his eyes narrowing in concentration. After a few moments, the books which had flown about righted themselves, flying upwards and backwards into their appropriate spaces within the library. Continuing the fluid gesture, he pulled out a handkerchief and waved it in front of himself in a rather complex swishing motion, as though saluting an imperial officer. There was a slight breeze of magical energy as every spec of dust and soot from the explosion seemed to draw towards the handkerchief as if it were a super-magnet. Within a moment the room gleamed, and the handkerchief was a dark grey color as it absorbed the dirt. With another flash, the corner of the fabric caught fire and disappeared - leaving no traces of ash behind. With a quick clearing of his throat he straightened his tie, before taking the silver tray once more and following the rest of the group.

His long strides had him catch up rather quickly, and as he walked he had some time to think. There was quite a lot going on at the moment. This was not something new, especially for this time of the year - but with the return of 'Harry', Elice's more recent bouts of melancholy - and occasional outbursts, Julius's worry over the rival families, Karl's continued skulking about - and that stern, closed off way of dealing with most things... While Hardland did not mind or deny them their personal problems or quirks - it was rather maddening sometimes. Each eccentricity on their part resembled quite clearly a variable that was either unreliable or too nebulous to not plan around. And each of them exponentially increased the chance of undermining their own successes just as much as they increased the chance of the inverse. Harry could leave again at any moment - leaving at least a third of the siblings in tatters. Elice could lash out in the middle of the party and just easy make fireworks as set the guests on fire. Julius could just as easy kill himself as perhaps creating the next great product - potentially leaving this household in ruins. Karl... Hardland had no idea. The young man was critical to the business but so isolated in his role, that should he become incapable of doing his job - no one might be sure for months how to fill his position. Not to mention that they knew almost nothing about him, and would not know where to start looking if ever he was lost.

Each of these could be a problem on their own. Together they could be tragedies. Hardland shook his head, and straightened his back as he approached the group. He kept a few feed behind the group, snapping his fingers as they neared the doors to the Eastern Solarium - where breakfast would be served. The household had done a good job for the most part. He trusted them with the daily operations for the most part while the heads of the household planned the events. While not perfect... it was passable. He would need to speak to Elise later. He made his way over to the table, draping a clean cloth over his extended forearm - before turning towards the plates and utensils - getting ready to serve breakfast, all the while playing with his cuff-links. "Breakfast is served. As always - if anything is not to the liking of the household, please share your grievances so that we might first correct, and then improve." A light bow in their direction, as he waited for them.

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[doneanddusted]

ELISE DU BREUILLE

Mood: EH
Location: EASTERN SOLARIUM
With: Karl Solberg
Tagging: Elekta Kount Cosmos Midnight Paragon LocKeii A L M O S

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Elise nodded her head.

"As you wish," she said.

The young maid turned around and headed back towards the dining area. Karl always ate his meals. Actually, scratch that. Elise usually only ever saw him eating his meals. She had never really seen his magic... and when she thought about it, the aspect of his unique magic intrigued her. Ah, but she didn't know him well enough. Elise made a mental note to keep a closer watch over Karl. The young woman knew the younger family members pretty well. Actually... a lot of what she knew about everyone was speculation, but those speculations changed according to what she saw. She hoped it wasn't too inaccurate. Elise entered the Eastern Solarium to see the whole family coming from another door.

"Good morning," she said, with a slight bow.

She then went on with her own work, levitating a large plate with her own magic and putting what she hoped Karl enjoyed. She places two slices of toast, a fried egg, marmalade (if he didn't like fried eggs with his toast),
and salami. Elise also poured a mug of coffee. She held the mug, because she didn't trust her magic to keep the mug steady.

"I'll be back at once," she said to the family. "I need to drop this off somewhere."

With that, Elise left. She walked down the halls, and went straight to Karl's room. It was dark... stuffy... and extremely messy. Elise found space on a table to put all the food and the coffee down. A part of her wanted very badly to clean this entire place up, but she knew that would anger Karl. So the maid left and made a swift return to the Solarium, entering quietly and standing patiently to the side of all the action. She eyed Harry. Harry had been away for such a long time... How long had it been? 8 years? How much had he changed? Well, he had changed physically. But what Elise wondered was how he changed in character. Elise took her eyes off Harry and directed it to the ground. She didn't want to get caught staring.

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[Sgt Gomez]

Elicia sat up slowly in her bed and stretched before resting her hands gently on her round orb of a belly. "oh my dearest child I wish you would be here soon so that I may hold you in my arms," she muses before daintily sliding out of bed and going to her curtain to change into more appropriate attire for breakfast. The elegant dress, gifted to her from a dear friend in the village, fit snugly against her taut belly and she began to make her way down to the dining hall. "My dearest siblings it is great to see you this morning," she says cheerfully as she waddles into the dining hall.

 

[LocKeii]

H a r r y Solberg​

At the wink and smile Harry couldn’t help but grin back. It seemed that some of his concerns were unnecessary. If there was anything that he could count on it was his elder brother to ease his worries. With his mind at ease it began to wander towards the subject of their long established rivals. From the stories their father had told the Lunatonnes had once had very close relations with their family back during their great great grandfather’s era. They had been important, well-trusted business partners up until they had stolen a potions recipe and marketed it as their own. Ever since then generation upon generation of Solberg and Lunatonnes would compete to once and for all settle old scores.

It had never really concerned Harry and perhaps that had been why he had been able to befriend Lillian Jean Lunatonnes, the young heiress who attended the same transfiguration class as he had in his second year. Initially she had been just as vehement as her elder brothers but with their shared interests of travel and magic, slowly but surely they had become close ‘acquaintances’. Perhaps in different circumstances they could’ve been—

An abrupt explosion of library books cut his reveries short. The once impressive literary ‘castle’ had collapsed in a flurry of rainbow colored parchments. Fortunately Hardland took no time in righting the mess in an impressive show of his renowned abilities. It was due to him that he had been able to so quickly settle back into the estate. It had surprised him when he found that his old room had been kept exactly as it was and without a single speck of dust to be found. He yet had the chance to properly thank the man but perhaps after the ball.

Whilsts the books righted themselves Harry gently led Elice forward. Eventually they came upon the estates interior sunroom. It didn’t have an extensive array of plantlife as the conservatory but it was still brimming with sweet-smelling flora and native herbs. A large, circular table sat in the middle with high-end dining chairs surrounding its perimeter. After helping Elice onto one of the plush beige seats Harry took the remaining adjacent chair. As he sat down however an odd crinkling sound caught his attention. Looking down a bright red piece of paper peeks out from the folds of his coat pocket.

With a playful smile he holds the square piece of parchment flat against his hand. It flutters as if a light breeze passes through it before it begins to slowly fold in on itself, forming a swan. With a gentle puff of air it’s papery wings outstretch and it takes off into the air. Lazily it flew back and forth before gliding towards Elice and soundlessly fluttering around her head.

At the announcement of breakfast Harry turned to face his plate of scrambled eggs and wood smoked ham. It was simple, just the way he liked it. With the absence of his other siblings however he opted to wait. Perhaps they would all be able to eat breakfast but for the past couple of days everyone had been far too preoccupied. Upon Elicia’s entrance he immediately perked up.

“Good morning, El and good morning Poppy.” He greeted. When he had discovered his sister was with a child he had taken to calling their new family member by a nickname. Turning he could just make out another familiar figure.

“Good morning to you too Elise”

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[Midnight Paragon]

Julius and company made their way to the dining area, situated in the....er...what was Hardland always calling it? The Solarium? Julius couldn't quite remember. Hardland always had a more polished vocabulary than he did. He made his way over to the large circular table draped with a white tablecloth and elegant velvet chairs surrounding it. As the Lord of the Estate, Julius naturally sat at the 'top' of the table, where the largest and grandest velvet chair was positioned. He sat in the soft cushion with a relaxed sigh; how did they manage to make these things so darn soft?
The entire table was covered with an array of breakfast items, such as eggs, sausage, bacon, biscuits, you name it. Julius quickly brought an egg to his plate along with some sausages and a piece of toast. But what was toast without jam? His eyes quickly scanned the table until he found the small jar, but it was on the other side of the table.
"Could I trouble someone to pass the- oh, wait. That's right. We're magicians."
He lightly bopped himself on the head for forgetting such an important fact, and the jar lifted itself up and flew towards Julius' open hand, who happily opened it up and began to scrape some across his toast. Forgetting another crucial thing as well, he turned to Hardland.
"Hardland, could I trouble you to fetch a glass of orange juice? Not a good breakfast without orange juice, I always say."
He laughed once more. He hardly ever said that, but it was almost routine for Julius to have juice in the morning now. From the corner of his eye, he spied his head maid, Elise, waddle in. She greeted the family, but Julius had already dug into his sausage and couldn't properly greet her, so he just gave her a subtle wave of hello.
Then another door opened, and in walked his other sister, Elicia. She walked at a slow pace, her hands supporting her stomach, and Julius swallowed dryly, his eyes narrowing ever so slightly at the sight of her.
Julius had been direct with her ever since she told him of her fooling around with one of the butlers; he did not approve at all. In fact, he was furious to learn that one of the servants had been so bold as to even lay a hand on her, let alone get her pr.....preg....
The word was like a venom on Julius' tongue. When he learned if it, he planned to go to the servant and release him from their service immediately, but Elicia had pleaded with him so to not do that. When asked why, she told Julius she loved him. A surprise to be sure, and Julius' feelings were conflicted; happy for his sister to have found love, but furious that it had been with a man he wasn't even sure existed, because he was fairly certain the man was going out of his way since the day Elicia told Julius she was pregnant to not run into him. But still, she was his sister. Even if he did not approve of the way the child came to be, he still loved his sibling. He just sometimes couldn't help but show his annoyance sometimes.
"Good morning, Elicia. I trust you slept well. Has the child been kicking more lately?"
Another door opened, and Elise from before walked in again. Odd; He must have not noticed her leaving, but he called her over quickly.
"Elise! Be a dear and help Elicia to her seat, would you?"
Julius then returned to his meal, his eyes settling on his two other siblings seated in front of him. But wait a moment; where was Karl? He turned to his retainer and dabbed his mouth with a napkin.
"Hardland, have you seen Karl around? He's going to miss breakfast again at this rate."


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[Sgt Gomez]

"My dearest brother you know the baby is always so active. He calms down while I sleep at least, but when he is hungry he will kick a lot. Would you like to feel?" She smiles at Julius. She knew he was furious with Gustaf for getting her pregnant, but love was love and she wouldn't let her brother harm him at all. "Breakfast looks the best as it ever has. Brother you out did yourself this time." The truth was breakfast never changed at all, but her cravings were affecting her thoughts.

"Brother, Gustaf wanted to discuss something with you this morning. Would you be able to please see him and promise me you won't hurt him?" She says and smiles at her brother to try and calm his anger towards the father of her child. Julius never really ever thought about her and her feelings. He was always thinking of the business and she felt he truly didn't care about the family besides keeping them secluded for majority of the year.

As Elise helped her to her chair, Elicia gave the girl a smile and a soft "thank you," Elicia sighs in relief as she sits down and begins to grab a few pieces of sausage and eggs before trying to remain noble looking as she digs quickly into the food.

Gustaf had been terrified of Julius since they both found out that Elicia was pregnant. Elicia didn't blame him, her brother was terrifying at times to her too.

 

[doneanddusted]

ELISE DU BREUILLE

Mood: MELLOW
Location: EASTERN SOLARIUM
With: ELICIA AND JULIUS
Tagging: Sgt Gomez Midnight Paragon

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Harry spoke to her. He spoke to her. Elise nodded, not saying anything. Elicia came in. Now, Elise was fine with people carrying out relationships with their servants. Love knows no limits. What she wasn't fine with was just... hooking up. Still, Elise had to be kind to Elicia. She was also a Solberg, and someone she knew well. The white haired maid nodded her head at the woman. Julius asked Elise to help Elicia with her seat, and the maid immediately did that. Elicia thanked her, and Elise smiled and nodded. Julius had asked about Karl.

"Karl is busy, sir," Elise said. "I put a plate in his room."

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[Elekta Kount]

Karl Solberg
1st Sibling

*Thump*

At the mention of Karl, a stack of paper landed next to Julius, as Karl himself appeared next to his older brother. Said brother said nothing as he each glanced about at each person in the room, not smiling, that disinterested and unamused face ever present on his face.

"Signatures." Karl grunted as he turn his attention back to his older brother. With one hand he began to flipping through the pages, the other pointing out where he needed the signitures.

"I need one for the House of Lords, they're asking for support to pass a new trade bill that would allow for us to expand our business to the colonies and further abroad...I need one here for London's University of Magic, their requesting a shipment of rat tail tonics and white bay leaf elixirs...and here I need a signature, it's for acquiring more of your ingredients from Conway's farm."

After he pointed at the places where he need signatures, he grabbed the ink quill from his ear and held it out for Julian. He would know what to do.
Midnight Paragon

 

[A L M O S]

Walter Maxwell Hardland

Spoiler: CHARACTER PROFILE

ROLE: Family Bulter
GENDER: Male
AGE: 37

PERSONALITY:
Walter, or Hardland as he prefers to be called - serves as the quiet, unfettered and impersonal extra hand to the family. He prides himself in his ability to stay just close enough to be a confidant, without becoming family. His quiet, contemplative nature makes him an excellent ear to have in the room when anyone should wish to complain or vent without making him a necessity. He is as much a perfectionist as one could be, and will spend an extra hour on nearly anything in order to make sure it suits the context best - even if it should cut into his personal time. He does not see it as a sacrifice, but rather duty towards the Solberg family. This does not make him servile in any sense. He sees it as a job but does not consider himself anything less than their equal. He is helping, like those before him to cement a dynasty. He is very proud of that fact.

He takes great care to keep his appearance as clean and perfect as possible - not allowing a single piece of flint to stick to his dark suits. His hair is always perfectly kept - and his face clean of any dirt or marks. He does not allow disorganisation or uncleanliness in any way - and so would not allow it in himself either. He would not point it out directly in someone else but prefers to set an example of his expectations and show others how he believes they should take care of themselves.

HISTORY/BIO:
Harland comes from a long line of men and woman, who pride themselves on never being those who affect change - but those who ensure it. As such, they place themselves in positions where they can do the small and large jobs behind the scenes that secure great dynasties and the makings of legend. He was born from his house and was taught to turn his hand to most things. While he might not be able to achieve anything great on his own - he would always be able to elevate even someone brilliant, into someone extraordinary. He studied culinary arts, along with music, politics, law, logic and literature. He worked on his debating skills and mastered many languages and their accents - and made sure to master how to teach these things himself. By the age of thirty, he was as close to renowned as a butler might be - the charming patron of a series of parties Europe still whispered about while tutoring royalty and lecturing in halls of legendary hospitality.

He travelled all over the world for a few years, learning everything about the various cultures he encountered - the foods they made, how they dressed, and what was proper decorum for them. He studied magic in many places, learning some rather advanced magic and reinventing it to fit with his position as a butler. After a while, he realised that while he tended to the personal and social lives of other's - he did not have a 'life' of his own, as it were. So he decided that once a year he took a month off - just before the seasonal festivities - making sure that he would be back before the planning would begin. On this vacation, he would travel alone - visiting his favourite bookstores all over Europe, tasting the best wines of the past year, doing part-time work in famous kitchens and enjoying anything new the opera scene had to offer. He would also sometimes start a wild romance with someone beautiful and brilliant (he has a thing for Soprano's and Premier Danseurs) - and they would sometimes spend the month together, before parting on good terms. This was as much freedom as he allowed himself - and when he returned to work - no one knew of his pastimes. He never brings anyone home or even tells them about his job - for fear of compromising his position and that of the family. It was a bit of a treat for himself - keeping his secrets if only to inspire even more gossip among the staff.

A few years ago he applied to the Solberg family for a long term post - where he would be the quiet hand to ensure their lives went as fluently as possible. He took care of the Solberg legacy and ensured they continued their studies and work. He took care of the staff and made sure they were working at optimal efficiency. He welcomed guests and sent them away with a charming smile. When the parents of the children passed away he struggled for a while - not sure as to what his position should be. Yes, they were old enough to take care of themselves - he was but a few years older than the eldest in the family, but by this point, Hardland had become part of the furniture. And as much as he wanted to change it... he cared for them. It was strange being so close in age to his wards, but that did not detract from his job. He wanted them to succeed - and so, quietly - he continued on with his work.

MAGIC:
He can clean things with a wave of his hand, polish glass and shoes with a snap of his fingers and set a table with a wink. Think Mary Poppins and Nanny McPhee - but with a bit more dignity. He has no offensive magic or really defensive magic. Most of it is just augmenting and fixing things.

CATALYST:
A Pair of Beautiful Cufflinks which he fiddles with when thinking

FAVORITE PART OF THE ESTATE:
The Gardens and the Dining Hall.

TRIVIA/OTHER:
He is a Perfectionist
He is a Germaphobe
He can speak GERMAN, FRENCH, ITALIAN, RUSSIAN, MANDARIN and JAPANESE
He can play the Piano, the Violin and the Chello
He loves listening to Opera, and once a year travels to the capitals of Germany, Italy, and France to see one in each language
He also travels to Russia to see Ballet once a year
He makes his own wine and is a bit of a sommelier

THEME(S):

Hardland nodded at Julius and walked over to the drinks cabinet, taking out a tall flute and polishing it lightly with a clean cloth until it shined. He made sure to keep an ear out for the rest of the family but remained quiet. After the glass gleamed, he walked over to the refreshments table - where there stood a series of drinks not currently on the main table - along with cubes and crushed ice. He grabbed a small silver platter - as he made sure to have one on hand whenever food or missives were related - and filled the glass with a few blocks of ice. As they fell into the glass they glowed slightly. The glowing faded as he smirked. It was one of his own spells. Something he made up one day on a whim. It would have the ice melt as it normally would - cooling the liquid as it should - but the water from the ice would never mix with the liquid in the glass - and would never leave the glass either. Perfect for cooling whiskey and juice - without compromising flavour. He filled the glass with the freshly squeezed juice, placing it carefully on the platter and walking over to Julius.

He held it out to Julius, the platter balanced on an open hand, the other behind his back as he bowed slightly. "Your juice, sir." He was about to reply that he had not really been in contact with Karl for a while now when the door opened and he walked in. Hardland stood back to give Karl easier access to his brother, waiting for them to finish their discussion.

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