Christmas Plans

CHAPTER 13

POV  : Clarice

Clara watched as the first snowflakes began to fall. Every snowstorm brought the same fascination to Clara. How could each snowflake be different. Well, she knew how, but it was all so interesting. How each snowflake formed off of a small speck of whatever the water droplet could find. Be it ash, pollen, dirt, even bacteria! That forms the ice crystal. Then water vapor freezes onto the primary crystal and forms more crystal and six branches, or arms. Of course, too much vapor on one side leads to mismatched arms and if it's cold enough the flakes will be more intricate, if not smaller. She knew all of this from reading and observing them on her flowers. She always had to winterize her garden towards the middle of November. She wanted to go and sit in the snow, but she knew that Tamara would freeze out there with her. The cold never bothered Clara much. That is, not as much as other people. She had fallen into a frozen lake when she was younger, which resulted in a few of her nerves freezing. When they thawed, she responded differently to cold. She sighed. She turned away from the window to keep from neglecting her chores. She had to sweep the kitchen and halls before she could go to the library. While she hadn't met Mel until recently, she had been to the library a great many times. Her favorite types of books were the science ones on herbology, botony, and agriculture. Of course she would always stumble upon another interesting subject every now and then. One she had found was herpetology, the study of reptiles. Also meteorology. She found that if you just gave books a try they might be better than you thought they would be. She stirred her pot of porridge as she swept throughout the kitchen. She made sure to get almost all of the surfaces. The exceptions were things like the counter tops and tables. She made her way through the house then went back to the kitchen to give Tamara the porridge. 
"Clarice, make me a bowl of porridge!" Her mother shouted. 
"Yes, mom." She served up four bowls and brought two out to the drawing room. She gave her parents the bowls and left to feed Tamara, and herself. She smiled to herself. 
"A few more sales and you'll be out of here. Just wait a little longer." She said to herself. She nodded encouragingly and sat down next to Tamara. 

POV : Amelia 

Mel was dusting off her bookshelves. She never had any of the staff do it. She would never have them do something she could do herself just as easily. 
"Excuse me. Mel, I was wondering if I could have a moment of your time." Christine was standing two feet behind her. 
"Alright. What do you need?" She smiled sheepishly and bowed her head. 
"I was wondering if I could get the name of one of the staff." Her face flushed and her eyes stayed trained on the carpet. 
"Which one?" 
"Tall, short, blonde hair, and fantastic eyeliner. They are one of the chefs. They were walking around the ball in a beige suit and maple leaf mask." Mel lit up. 
"Oh, you mean Haley. They're amazing! They're room is also just down the hall behind the kitchen. It's the fourth one. By the way, I think they're into you as well." Christine blushed and hurried away. No doubt to find her knight in shining apron. What princess doesn't love a knight. She rolled her eyes at her own joke and continued dusting. She made it through four shelves before another person tapped her shoulder. She whipped around and found a girl who vaguely resembled Christine. 
"My name is Lady Margarett. I have come to ask you to accompany me on a picnic. I date of sorts." Mel froze. 
"I am very sorry, m'lady, but I already have a girlfriend." Margarett stuck her nose in the air. 
"Is she better than me? Who is she anyway?" Mel let out a breath. 
"She is. She is the village florist. She is the most amazing and I would never let her go." She then flattened out her shirt and stormed off. It wasn't as if it was new for people to try and hit on her, but it was different now that she was dating Clara. She wasn't about to go and throw it all away for some snobby rich girl. She rolled her eyes. People could be so stupid sometimes.

Thank you for reading! I might do a section for a not-so-big character. Maybe somone like Mrs. Holbrook. Or Christine. Maybe from Jamie's cat, Marrubium! I will not be posting on Friday because I will be out of town. I hope you enjoyed and continue reading!