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The morning had started off lovely. Tig had woken up as usual and enjoyed a very pleasant breakfast before she told that she was to be fitted into her first proper corset. Initially, Tig was delighted. She was going to be a proper, grown up young lady! She would be able to boast a slender waist and then the boys would notice her. Elijah would notice her... More.
One of the servants were fitting the corset as her mother looked on and talked on at her in German. Tig wasn't paying much attention, far too taken with admiring her changing figure in the mirror. She was gradually noticing how tight it was but presumed it would settle once she got used to it. Finally the servant was done and stepped away. "Mutter, wie wird sie gesucht haben?* she interrupted, turning to look at her mother and trying to establish an even breathing tempo. "Hast du nicht gehört, was ich gesagt habe? Antigone, bist du zu Tiberius Lestrange nach Ihrem Abschluss zu heiraten! Das Korsett sieht gut aus, wir sollten wirklich haben Sie in einem früher gestellt,**" her mother said, staring at her expectantly.
Tig's face fell at once. Why had she not been told sooner? Why him? Why not someone else? Why not Elijah? His family were wealthy and pureblooded, weren't they? "NEIN! NO!" she suddenly yelled, much to the shock and horror of her mother. She stopped to try and breathe proper, deeper breaths but found she couldn't. "I want it looser! Make it looser!" she shouted at the servant who was immediately told not to by Mrs. Baudelaire. With a screech of frustration she ran out of the room in a state of undress and proceeded to shout loud objections in various languages. "MAKE HIM MARRY LIGEIA! I DON'T WANT HIM!" she yelled at one point in the middle of a tirade of curses in French.
Rather violently, she slammed open Leonie's bedroom door and charged in. "IT'S NOT FAIR!"
*Mother, how does it look?
**Have you not heard what I've been saying? Antigone, you are to marry Tiberius Lestrange upon your graduation! The corset looks fine, we really ought to have put you in one sooner.
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Leonie had spent most of the morning holed up in her room, reading a book of one sort or another. Most of what she had done since her return from her journey was read. Being outside with people was far too painful; the happiness that she felt from everyone reminded her too much of the happiness she could've had, should've had. If she had only agreed to go live with him in Italy, this all would have had a different ending. But no. She had to be so damned loyal to her family. Of course, her last few years at Beauxbatons, the summers were spent mostly with friends in Paris, so she wouldn't have to travel between France and England so much. She had missed out on a lot of her younger sisters' lives, as they had never attended Beauxbatons with her and went to Hogwarts, instead. She wanted to try to gain some of that time back by being home for them whenever they wanted come home.
Despite being in her room, door closed and sealed off from the world, Leonie could hear the faintest touch of her mother's voice in a room down the hall. It had been in the plans for the day that their mother was to give Tigs her very first corset, and Leonie had assumed that it was their mother speaking their native German to her youngest sister. That was how it always seemed to be at home, or so Leonie felt. Their parents spoke German with them, but they spoke with each other in English, or sometimes French when Leonie forgot she was no longer living in France.
There were shouts coming from down the hall in the direction of Tig's room, and Leonie closed her book, marking her page with a bookmark. A storm was brewing for whatever reason, and she knew she had to be ready for what was going to come with it. Just as she placed her book on her nightstand, Tigs threw her door opened and yelled about it being unfair. Sitting up in her bed straighter, Leonie opened her arms for her sister to come to her. "Come, Tigs, tell me what's wrong." She patted a piece of the bed next to her and opened her arms again for her youngest sister.
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Feeling far too volatile to do anything short of flailing her arms and hitting whatever got in the way and not feeling inclined to direct that at Leonie for she was not the offending party, she did not accept the offer to sit down. She was far too uptight to be still. "Apparently I am betrothed!" she announced loudly, "AND IT'S NOT FAIR!" she then reached for her corset and tried to move it in some fashion. "AND THIS IS TOO TIGHT!" she shouted, trying to fight against it by taking deeper breaths but she quickly found that it was futile.
"I don't even know him properly but I know I shall hate him already!" she gave up trying to move the corset and concentrated instead on trying to undo it. "WHY IS IT SO DIFFICULT TO GET OUT?" She finally gave up altogether (for the meantime at least) and fixed Leonie with a petulant stare. "Who are you marrying then?" she demanded. "You're the eldest, you must be marrying someone if I've already had someone chosen for me!" Tig pouted and tried not restrain herself from escaping from her corset again.
"They don't even care what I think! WHAT IF I WOULD PREFER SOMEONE ELSE?" she began pacing furiously and once again trying to free herself. "Does my opinion count for nothing? DO THEY NOT TRUST MY JUDGEMENT!" Tig made a growl of frustration as she almost succeeded in undoing one of the front clasps before losing her grip. "Leonie, will you take this off of me? Mother wouldn't let her loosen it and it feels horrible!" she whined.
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Ligeia Baudelaire was perhaps the most representative of the sisters. Antigone was still a child, throwing tantrums because the corset is too tight (as if she couldn't do it quieter) and Leonie was.... Well, nobody really knew much about real Leonie and the reasons why pa and ma decided not to marry her off. To be honest, Lig was happy her marriage was arranged. At least it saved her the trouble of having to look for an appropriate husband. If what she heard of Mr Bloxam, the man she was to marry, he was a meek person, one that she could easily mold into what she wanted from him.
You see, Ligeia was a person who knew what she wanted and would never stop to get it, even if it meant walking over dead bodies. It didn't make her the most likeable person, but she was respected. Always prim and proper on the outside, she knew how to keep her secrets to herself. There were many things people did not know about her – and it was supposed to stay that way, she took care of that. Contrary to her younger sister, she did not throw tantrums where people could hear her. If she did act mean towards someone, there were no witnesses.
Oh, Tig, had so much to learn. She didn't realize being betrothed didn't mean the end of the world. She was still in school and from that was a long road to marriage. Lig, however, was entering her final year. As soon as she graduates, she was going to marry. No more freedom... Or maybe more freedom? The blonde didn't yet know how it's going to be, but she knew that her life will never be the same again. Brushing her golden locks, she heard her name and then the sound of slamming door.
Gracefully, as any respectable upper class young lady would, she went to see if Tig did the usual and invaded Leonie's room. Gently knocking before entering, Lig saw an image she did not expect. Her younger sister almost entirely undressed.
”What's all the fuss about, mon cher?” She asked in perfect French. ”Don't undo her corset, Leonie. Tig, my dear, you have to get used to it. Merlin knows I hated mine at first, but it really does wonders for a woman’s figure. However, it does not mean you can go around undressed like that, my little sister. You never know who'll see you, Antigone.” Lig said, slowly, quietly and calmly, but with a force she used towards other students day after day at Hogwarts. Really, couldn't her sister just behave?
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Antigone flailed about in a childish manner and gave Leonie a petulant look, asking her whom she was to marry. That was a heavy question for Leonie, as she was certain that the only reason her parents hadn't arranged a marriage for her since her return was because of her past, because of her baby. She had become nothing shy of a recluse since her parents brought her home, to England- a place she had never been. They understood why. Leonie was a motherly figure, and to be a carrier for a child for nine months, almost die in labor giving birth to that child and then have that very same infant ripped from her arms was devastating.
Lig, the middle Baudelaire daughter, joined the party as Tigs starting having an attack about her corset. Leonie moved to the side of her bed and pulled Tigs closer to her and began to undo the ties in the back. She ignored her middle sister when she tried to tell Leonie what she should or shouldn't do. Leonie remembered quite well the fact that corsets could make you feel as though the world was closing in on you and you were going to die when a tragedy struck. She wouldn't allow her youngest sister to go through that if it wasn't necessary.
"Ligeia, have you never felt as though your corset was the end of the world and strangling your breath when a tragedy hit?" Leonie shook her head and pulled the corset up over Tigs head when she had finished undoing the laces. "There. Better?" She smiled warmly at her younger sister and remembered what it would have meant to have been betrothed at her age. She wouldn't have thought it the end of the world, but she wouldn't have been happy. Tigs had always been more of a drama queen than Leonie could ever pretend to be.
Standing and walking to her vanity where her brush was sitting, Leonie surveyed her two younger sisters. So much alike, and yet so different in so many ways... both from each other and from her. "Our parents aren't completely out of their minds, Tigs," Leonie said, picking up her brush and running it through her golden locks. "Try having an adult discussion with them. I shall help you, if you would like, but acting like a petulant child about the matter won't help." A few more strokes of her brush and she placed the silver handled item back in it's place on her vanity.
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Antigone scowled deeply at Ligeia, she was supposed to be sympathetic to her cause! Like Leonie was! She stuck her tongue out at Lig as Leonie ignored her and helped her out of the corset anyway, leaving her stood there in the rest of her underclothes, corset excluded. It was indeed childish but she was the youngest and she had been allowed to cling on her more childish traits perhaps longer than her older sisters had. "Thank you," she said with a certain sneering edge to it, though while she aimed the words of gratitude at Leonie, she sneered at Lig.
"Well I should hope strangers are not walking around our house without invitations!" she retorted to Ligeia, folding her arms across her chest defensively. Oh it was lovely being out of the corset, even if she hadn't been wearing it long yet. "I don't care if you two see me, anyway, it's not as though you've never seen my underthings before!" Perhaps she did care a little bit but she was stubbornly of the mind that she wouldn't let her sisters know that.
She need only listen to Leonie for a few moments as the older girl brushed her hair before she too lost her good graces. "I'm not acting like a child!" she insisted in such a way that she only proved her sister right. "Neither of you understand what I'm going through, anyway!" she shouted, though not quite as loud as before. "You can have Lestrange, Ligeia, I don't want him!"
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While Ligeia loved her sisters, she sometimes found them incredibly irritating. Was she the only rationally thinking person among them? Leonie should have taken her side, because Antigone's tantrums were just silly. To the middle sister's surprise, she sided with Tig, what caused the girl to frown.
”If I did, I kept it to myself, not ran around the entire house complaining about it.” The blonde said. She had always known her role and purpose. She was to be a perfect lady and that is how she behaved at all times. She never let anyone see that other side of her. Slytherins were supposed to be cunning and Lig was just that.
There were things she did that weren't quite as ladylike as they should be, but Lig knew better and hid it well from the public. In the eyes of society she was a picture of a well-bred upper class young lady. She even managed to fool some teachers, apparently, because she was made a prefect on her fifth year. She was good with maintaining control over younger students, but her own sister was perhaps one of the most stubborn people in the entire world.
”Oh, so you only fear of the opinion of strangers?” Lig said a little bit mockingly. ”Grow up, Tig. You're not a baby anymore. You're a woman. A woman wears corsets. If you are a woman, please give me arguments that saying you're not a child anymore. Insisting on it is not the way to prove you're mature” She summed up coldly. ”Antigone! That is a truly childish behavior! Mr Lestrtange is a very good party! You should be happy father found you a husband like that! Also, I will have you know that I have also been betrothed, but you do not see me throwing tantrums about it.” The middle sister said with an irritated voice.
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The Baudelaire sisters were always interesting to have in one room together. Though their looks stated they were clearly sisters, each had her own personality, and they couldn't be more different. United in being headstrong, though for their own reasons, there was more to the Baudelaire sisters than what met the eye. However much for her beauty and her clothing, Leonie was certainly the sweetest of the three. Ligeia, the princess, was the model child for what any upper class family could hope for. Antigone, the baby of the family who acted as such, had such potential to go either way. She was willful and determined, more so than either of the other two.
"Ligiea, please," Leonie said to the middle sister. "To each their own- everyone handles such news in different ways, and though it is childish," on the last word, Leonie turned her gaze to Antigone and held it there long enough for Antigone to know she was being chided, "at least she is throwing a tantrum in the sanctity and privacy of our own home." Leonie had always been level headed, and was certain that, had she gone to Hogwarts before her sisters, she would have been sorted into Ravenclaw. Knowing only what she knew about the houses from what her sisters told her, Leonie was certain that she would have felt most comfortable and most at home with those who fancied books and strove for knowledge and intelligence. After all, that had been her purpose on setting out to travel the world.
And look where that got you, a small voice in her head sneered. Leonie sighed and opened her arms for Antigone. "Please, come here. Let me brush your hair and we can talk as we used to. No yelling, no screaming, no crying. A sister to sister conversation, and tell me exactly why you are unhappy with your betrothal and I'll see what I can best do to help you." Leonie looked to Ligiea. "I love you dearly, as much as I love anyone, but please. By being snide you're not helping the situation. If you want to be of help, please close my door and help me figure out what to do with Antigone's hair." And that was that. The oldest sister had spoken her piece, and if Ligeia didn't like it, she could leave. Nothing was going to get done if they were being snippy and rude to one another.
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Tig privately cared for both her sisters very much, a fact she likely wouldn't admit for many years to come, at least not until she was mature enough to. For now, however, she was perfectly content to rage at Ligeia for all the frustration she caused. She flushed with rage as she listened, her anger building at a rather alarming pace. "I'm NOT childish and I don't like Tiberius Lestrange!" she yelled, grabbing a nearby pillow and hurling it at Ligeia, scowling at her furiously. "YOU'RE. ONLY. TWO YEARS OLDER. THAN. ME!" she shouted, balling her hands up into fists. "STOP ACTING LIKE YOU'RE SO CLEVER AND MATURE!" She glared at Lig for a few moments longer before she realized what her sister had said.
She was betrothed too? Oh if she had some handsomely dashing and rich Quidditch player for a fiancé, Tig was going to do more than throw pillows at her. "Who to?" she demanded suddenly, not quite flowing with her whining yells of only a matter of seconds earlier.
Tig pouted something awful at Leonie's calm manner of speaking. She was on her side, however, and Tig might be many things but she wasn't stupid and while she was at odds with Ligeia, she was going to make sure if there was any 'ganging up' it wouldn't be against her. That and she had no fury left to direct at her eldest sister when she was not joining in with Lig. She made a strained noise of frustration before flouncing over to Leonie with a large scowl, though that vanished very quickly as Leonie seemed to be reprimanding Ligeia, at which Tig stole a sneer at the middle sister.
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Ligeia rolled her eyes. Antigone was acting immature and it was her who got the scolding from Leonie? Really? What was she thinking? The middle sister bit her tongue, because she had a particularly nasty comeback in mind, but she wanted to show Antigone how a real lady acts. Yes, Lig did not see the eldest sister as the best example, with her traveling around the world doing Merlin Knows what before she came back. In her eyes, she was the only example of a proper woman Tig had.
”Oh, Antigone is well known for throwing temper tantrums everywhere.” Lig said with a tone of voice as if she didn't really care.
”You don't even know Tiberius, Tiggy. You'll like him, I can promise you that.” The middle sister said, with her back against the wall, trying hard not to roll her eyes at how spoiled and childish Tig was. ”His name is Nero Bloxam. He's wizengamot scribe, but when we marry, I am sure he'll try his best to get promoted.” The blonde said with a heavy sigh. ”Is your curiosity satisfied now, little sister? We both get ugly husbands.” That last one was Lig's way of uplifting Tig's spirit and though her little sister would catch that, she somehow doubt Leonie would understand.
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Apparently it didn't matter what she did, or how she tried to separate her sisters, they were still going to fight and bicker. Both were Slytherins, and though Leonie didn't know an extensive amount about Hogwarts, as she had attended Beauxbatons, she knew that her sisters were pretty good embodiments of the house's morals and values. Get what you want, do whatever it takes to get it, and step on those who get in your way. Tigs whined and complained and cried until she got her way, and Lig just stepped on people to get what she wanted. Leonie was nothing like either one of them. She was the black sheep of the family, a kinder soul, meant to help others and not step on them.
She was trying to help her sisters now, but they were being completely non-receptive to the methods she was trying. Lig was, at least.
"Tigs, come now. You too, Lig. Listen to me, the both of you before either of you says anything again," Leonie said after the middle Baudelaire stated that she was getting an ugly husband as well. "This isn't a competition about who is better, who is worse or who's got the more comely betrothed." She turned to Lig, "I don't care if you were saying that to be nice, or if you were truly being snide, but I also don't care." Leonie returned her attention to Tig's hair. "You two are sisters to each other and to me. You will respect one another and respect me if you ever want to even think about receiving the respect you think you deserve. Lig, if you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all. If you don't think you can do that, then you can excuse yourself from my room and calm down."
Leonie was kind to her sisters, but she wouldn't have them arguing, not in her bedroom and not in front of her. It was disrespectful and rude to do so, especially in someone else's personal space. Leonie did her best to keep her room a calming place. "You both know you can come to me whenever you have issues or when you need to talk about anything, but I will not have arguments in my room. You will take arguments, anger and any sort of dissatisfaction elsewhere." Leonie would have attempted to redirect the attention elsewhere, but she knew it was pointless. If they were going to argue, they would argue.
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Tig's face was still stubbornly schooled into a foul-tempered scowl with an accompanying pout to match. "I bet yours is uglier!" she couldn't help but bite back in the most childish of manners. During her school years, she had caught her fair share of glimpses at Tiberius Lestrange, however she had never looked at him as someone who would ever be important in her life or really in it at all. Suddenly he was and she couldn't remember much about him save for a vague recollection of what he looked like. He wasn't really that bad looking either though she would stubbornly insist he looked like a goblin's grandmother. As for Ligeia's betrothed, she had heard the name before she thought but past that knew nothing.
Leonie gave them both a firm lecture and Tig crinkled up her nose in annoyance, though she couldn't help but be privately smug that Lig seemed to be getting the majority of the blame. Ligeia was meant to be more mature because she was older, Tig was lucky and often managed to get around the rules a bit in that way though it was almost certainly what had caused her to be as spoiled and immature as she was. Not that Tig realized this at all, nor did she think of herself as such.
Tig didn't say anything after Leonie finished but she did sport a particularly large smirk instead which she directed straight at Ligeia.
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Lig laughed at Tig's comment. ”Oh, he is, Tiggy. He looks like a goblin comparing to yours. See? It's not that bad.” The blonde said, laughing at her sister's immaturity. When Leonie spoke, though, she raised her eyebrows. She was not in a need of another lecture. Was her sister stupid or something? She and Tig would always make peace in their own way, without her interfering and making things worse than they already are. Sometimes Lig wondered who did Leonie think she is. She acted like she was some big fish, but she finished her school a long time a go and was still unmarried. So much for a big fish. As soon as she marries, she'll show her who's in charge. Until that time, she just forced herself to smile, but it came as a grimace that looked like she just ate something extremely sour.
”You do realize, dear sister, we deal with solving our issues fine without you trying to lecture us? I never thought of it as competition. It was just sisterly teasing. Something, apparently, you'll never understand. Also, excuse me for saying that, but who are you to lecture us?” She said, crossing her arms on her chest. ”You are twenty, unmarried and not even betrothed. I don't see any suitors coming your way. If it was a competition, like you just implied it was, you'd be the loser.” She said, looking straight into Leonie's eyes and accenting the last word, to make sure she heard it properly.
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The Baudelaire sisters had such different priorities. Leonie sighed and shook her head when Ligeia turned her anger to Leonie instead of Antigone. "Some things are not worth winning, Ligeia. This is not one competition that I would ever want to win. I would rather be a spinster for the rest of my life but know that I have knowledge. Everyone's definition of 'loser' is different, and I suggest that you begin to understand that now before you get out in the real world and you're forced to learn it the hard way."
Leonie would never be able to understand why her sisters were the way they were. Perhaps it was because they had never gone to Beauxbatons, or because they didn't have the experiences that she did. Perhaps if Leonie had been older, had traveled while her sisters were still very small, she would have been able to share her experiences with them and they would've grown differently. That was no matter now. She looked at Ligeia pointedly as she said, "This is my room and I shall act as I please while here. If you do not like it, again, you may leave." Leoine pointed the brush she was using to comb Tig's hair towards her door, indicating that was where Ligeia could leave from.
"Come now, Tigs," Leonie said, kissing the top of her youngest sister's head. "What would you like done with your hair? It seems to have grown an awful lot while you were away at school. It must be a lot of trouble to keep it neat while you're there. Would you like me to teach you some spells to keep it shiny and silky without much effort?" She smiled down to her youngest sister, hoping desperately that Lig would just play nice or leave. She was sick of the middle Baudelaire daughter's attitude.
Put thoroughly into a sulky mood, Tig simply scowled between her two sisters as Ligeia directed her temper at Leonie. It didn't really bother her when her sisters argued, if anything she felt the need to join in and take a side just to participate and not be left out but she had little inclination to do so currently. They could go on all they wanted, she would just stay still and scowl and pout for the next hour or so just because she felt like it. Tiberius Lestrange. Pffft. She didn't want him for a husband, she wanted to pick someone herself someone like Elijah. She could only hope Tiberius would change his ugly mind eventually.
"I don't know," she mumbled, making her truculent mood more apparent were it not already so. "I guess..." She pouted a little more and glared at the wall. Three years was a long time, right? Lots could happen in three years. Tiberius Lestrange might die for one. Yes, that would be a fortunate thing. Would she have to mourn him if he did? She hoped not. Black was a dreadful color and she was far too partial to fun to be all sad for month upon month.
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