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Ophelia closed her book, setting it down on her lap and turning to face him. "Yes, my grandmother was a woman of poor judgement, and still is. One of the many reasons I don't enjoy living with her, though it's better than what I left." She immieadiently changed the subject. "Alright, if your're so eager to talk about yourself, Why do you enjoy dancing?"

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Xel heard his master call his name and immediately started walking to the interrogation room. Doing his best to keep his breathing at a good, calm pace he opened the door and looked at Shawn "You called?"

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Rolling his eyes slightly, Amane thought about the question. In truth, he actually preferred not to talk about himself, if possible; it just seemed a bit rude of him to pester her with questions and not let her get a word in edgewise. "Well, I suppose for a couple of reasons. One," Amane said, grinning slyly at Ophelia, "It lets me actually interact with girls for once." Taking a more serious tone, he continued. "Other than that, it's just fun overall, and is a way to forget about everything for a bit. And..." He shuffled his feet, avoiding Ophelia's gaze for once. "Well, it sounds dumb, but if it's with a good partner, it's kind of like...a way to understand them better? I dunno."

Shawn puts his hand on Xel's shoulder annd says, " We are going to interrogate a few more people before we leave. We are going to interrogate that lady there." He points to Oakley. He walks back into the interrogation room. He grabs a third chair and sets it next to his. "Come sit down so, we are ready when she walks in." says Shawn.

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Evelyn shuffled her way into the ballroom, fully aware that she was extremely late. Not that it was her fault necessarily, that didn't make it feel any less mortifying. There were a few people around, none she recognized from the party. Odd, she thought, but decided it didn't matter. She spied a chair on the other side of the room and awkwardly made her way over avoiding looking at the other people and the glass on the floor. She sat down and put her clutch bag on the arm of the chair. Her efforts to look calm fell apart when she realised that she was fiddling with her ring on her index figure. A nervous habit that had been described to her on countless occasions as 'unladylike'. Oh well, it wasn't likely that anyone would notice.

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Ophelia hid her slight laugh behind her book, and when she lowered it, she was unsmiling once more. "I suppose there's no real way for me to understand your reasoning, not being a dancer, but for that same reason I won't question you further about it." Ophelia raised an eyebrow. "But why is that your only reason for talking to girls? You're talking to me, aren't you?" A slight smile crept across her lips.

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A somewhat chilly Winter breeze chafed against the bare arms of Miss Tiana Rosemary, though it had whispers of Spring intertwined in its icy veins. Some would describe the face of said woman as stressed; others, perhaps, distraught. Only those who truly understood the poet would describe her expression as 'deep in thought', a state of mind that people almost expected whenever they were tempted to approach her. Her stride was rushed yet graceful; her eyes, large yet calculating; her lips pressed into a thin, regretful line.
Tiana hadn't meant to be late. In fact, Tiana often preferred to be early, seeing tardiness as a sin of sorts. If one accepted an invitation, one should arrive in good time, should they not? Tiana pondered this for a second. No; she was never invited. Not specifically. Her presence was more demanded than anything.
Her eyes dared to leave the floor momentarily, seeing another young lady enter the impressive, aged building. She couldn't be outrageously late if others were still arriving, she reckoned - though an apology for her poor timing would be needed.
The doors swung open, light from outside silhouetting her petite frame and allowing her a sense of power, for in that instant nobody knew her identity, yet she could gaze upon their faces and recognise most of them, inspect them until she knew every detail fo their haunted lives. Her moment of joy didn't last long, though, as she dramatically swept into the room, her eyes now nowhere but firmly ahead of her.
They couldn't help but be dragged to the chandelier, however. The chalk outline of her friend's body; the once mesmerising glass now shattered across the floor. She noticeably froze as her eyes lingered there, allowing her thoughts to run free for a moment.
I couldn't save her.
Yet again, tears started welling in her ominous eyes, so she tore them away from the wreck and continued her path to an empty chair across the room. Still not allowing anyone the gift of her looking at them, she perched gently on the hard wooden plate, as if, at any moment, she would need to flee.

Evelyn looked up to see the door open again and for another person to walk in. That, she thought, was a relief. She wasn't the last to arrive. She decided to busy herself in preparation for a long wait. Until what she wasn't sure exactly. She just knew that she was waiting. After a moment or two that felt like hours, she decided to open up her bag and take out her sketchbook to distract herself for a while.

Αlcott instinctively turned his head upon hearing the doors open,hoping that Reyna would change her mind but he was met with two other ladies. "Are you alright,madame? You seem quite distressed." he gently asked,waiting for her to take a seat after examining English's chalk outline and the shattered glass. "Is something the matter?" he added,slightly lowering his head while sitting to meet her level.

Drawing his head back up a bit sheepishly, he hoped that whether she understood him or not, at least she didn't think he was crazy. Amane blinked. Was..she teasing him back? "Oh, well," the young man said, leaning close enough to Ophelia that their shoulders brushed lightly, "I guess that just makes you special." Despite the gently playful glint in Amane's eyes, he couldn't help realizing that there was a genuine truth in that statement. He was mischievous, no doubt, but he was also ridiculously shy sometimes, especially one-on-one, so it really was rare for him to comfortably converse with someone his age.

Quietly, she tapped her pencil against the paper of her sketchbook. Art was just not coming to her as it often did. Not that she was the best at art, more of a beginner. Still, it was frustrating. A slightly wonky chandelier slowly took shape on the page. 'Huh, ' she thought to herself 'maybe this wasn't going to distract me after all.'

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Still keeping his breathing at a good pace, Xel sat down, still letting his fingers fiddle with the ends of his scarf. Being able to watch a real interrogation excited him slightly, but at the same time, it made him nervous.

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" Calm down kid. Interrogations aren't as exciting as you think." said Shawn. " They are just usually asking questions and taking notes. Nothing super cool until we find a perpatrator." He points to the door. " Go get someone to Interrogate would ya? We have very limited time." He stands up and starts placing the book and cloth on the table.

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"I'm flattered," she said, still smiling. Ophelia was surprising herself. She hadn't wanted to talk to anyone in a long while, prefering to keep to herself. But for the first time in a long while, she was actually enjoying herself. Hearing the sounds of others entering the room, her eyes glanced around the room. Seeing the chalk outline of Madame English, she paused. It still shook her thinking that she had, once again, lost someone, even if she wasn't connceted to her. Ophelia was slightly shocked by it, but she shook her head slightly, and tried to clear her head. Turning back to Amane, she asked, "Can I ask what you plan to do when the case is solved? I mean, what your future plans are."

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The drawing was starting to take place when she decided to attempt rubbing it out. In a situation like this, nothing good could come to relating yourself with a murder weapon- even if you are innocent. Even after her attempts, you could still see the outlines of ur pencil strokes. 'Nevermind,' she thought and proceeded to cover it ip with a drawring of the ballroom last night as well as she could remember it. Gosh though, she hated perspective art, good practice but it was annoying.

Xel nodded, walking outside the room and spotting the women drawing. Walking up to her he looked down at the drawing his brain seemed to be working: this drawing might even be a clue-
"Excuse me" Xel started, keeping the drawing clue in his mind "please follow me, I believe Mr Westling would like to ask some questions."

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Following Ophelia's gaze, Amane looked over the shattered chandelier on the ground. He had to admit that it didn't shake him up all that much, but nevertheless - someone had died here. A small shiver shook him as he faced Ophelia once more, not bothering to break the contact, instead leaning slightly more towards her as she spoke. "Well, I'm not sure how I'll do it," Amane began, frowning slightly, "but I'd really like to go to the colonies. There's a school there - King's College, in New York - that's famous for its scientific programs." His eyes were drawn to one of the windows in the large room, where the sky was covered by a thin veil of clouds, leftover from perhaps the final winter storm of the season. "I want to go there to study astronomy, if I can. I've always been fascinated by stars and planets and things." Amane laughed quietly, his gaze fixed on the sky. "You know, I know it's impossible, but it's my dream to one day go to the moon."

If she was being honest, she was rather startled to be approached so soon after arriving and how young the person who approached her was. Regardless, she complied, putting away her sketchbook and stood up. She grabbed her clutch off the arm and held it tight. It wasn't a conscious action, she guessed that it was due to nerves.. She sighed and waited for the person to show her the way, once again, spinning her ring around on her index finger.

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Ophelia herself was interested in science, though she'd never get the chance to go to any sort of school. One of the many things that made Ophelia retreat into her own world. She was intrigued by the fact that he wanted to go to the colonies. Whatever news of them had been from rumors she had picked up occasionally amoung the ladies that her grandmother surrounded herself with. Honestly, if she had any choice at all, she would want to as well. "Even if it's impossible, there's nothing wrong with dreaming. And who knows? As times progress, things will change." She smirked a little at the thought. "Maybe one day there will be someone on the moon, but then again, it seems impossible."

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" Hurry up out there! We don't have all day long you know!" Shawn yelled from inside the Interrogation room. The day was almost over and he didn't have much information to go off of. Once He was done interrogating everyone he could start putting a few of this case's peices together.

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