€ Hermione Rockefeller €

Hermione stretches as she comfortably awakens after five hours of sleep. She briefly enjoys the softness of her bedsheets before sitting up, fully awake. She claps once, and attendants arrive to help her get dressed for the morning.

As she rinses her face with chilled water, she allows the illusion to fade for a moment and stares at her malformed face in the stone basin. Steely eyes coolly stare back. It was a fact of the world that appearance and first impressions often dictated everything. That reality was neither fortunate nor unfortunate, simply the truth. She reweaves the false image, and a pretty girl with perfect teeth looks back. When living in the world, one simply had to play by its rules.

Her two maids follow from behind at a distance while she proceeds to the breakfast room. Tall glass windows, letting in the morning light, line the hallway. Along the way, she glances into her father’s study. He was having an extensive discussion with her sister, who simply nodded along silently. It appeared the two had remained awake through the night.

She takes a seat at one end of the long rectangular table, and her plate of freshly cooked eggs with toast is placed in front of her with a glass of orange juice and a cup of tea. As she elegantly eats, she considers the day’s plans. It was rather unfortunate it was summer. Her grand entrance for the school year wouldn’t be for another three months.

>How will you fill your time today?