Our Family

[Armand Mayfair]

Armand laughed, looking so much like a schoolboy, as he read the novel Picture of Dorian Gray. "Sybil Vane died, can you believe it, Marianne!" he laughed again and glanced at his sister. Armand found the book really intriguing. The protagonist, Dorian Gray, is a wonder. Armand wanted to be like him. And yet one way or another, Armand seemed like Dorian Gray. A beautiful ignorant boy who desired beauty so much that he'd sell his soul for it. "Marianne? Are you even listening to me?"

He looked again at his sister. And a thought came to Armand's mind. Where was Cosette? Their ever quiet sister who is beautiful like them but so much different in personality. Armand was fond of her despite that. Someone who wouldn't boast so much about her beauty. Unlike Marianne the princess who always commented on Armand's hair.

 

[Marianne Mayfair]

Marianne was sitting crossed legged on the stone steps to their chateau. She was zoning on and off, hearing occasional words from her brother like "Vane died," or "--ing to me?" She was clearing her mind, wanting everything to go in silence. The beating of the sun helped her to relax. Despite her heavy clothing, she liked the heat on her face and the warmth around her body. But the continuous berating of her brother, Armand, forced her to look at her brother scornfully. Marianne said coolly, "Obviously I'm not listening, I don't have the slightest interest to that book. I barely have any idea on the plot. But knowing you, might be something about man and his beauty." She added a somewhat hiss on the word "beauty."

"Are we just going to sit here and wait?" asked Marianne irritably. She was bored. Marianne wanted to move about a bit, maybe walking to some stored here in Paris. Marianne sighed as she saw her brother focused on his book again. She scanned the surroundings and noticed that Cosette wasn't anywhere to be seen. Marianne wasn't worried yet, she knew her sister to slither away unknowingly because of her quietness. She shouted irritably, "COSETTE!!COSETTE! WHERE ARE YOU?"

 

[Armand Mayfair]

"Please don't shout, Marianne. You're sounding like a market person. Surely you don't want that." Armand told her sister. It was straight to her face, he didn't think of nicer words. Of course not. This is his sister and not some girl he was flirting. His sisters at least should know what kind of guy he really is. Quite annoyed with Marianne's yelling, Armand started to looked around for Cosette too. Where was she anyway? Armand would be attending a party later and his siblings would need to do something for him. Marianne couldn't do it, she can't. It's a house chore. The house elves were out. How unfortunate.

He stood up and went to the mirror, smiling at his reflection. He brushed his hair for a few times and then turned to look at Marianne. "You're the fashion obsessed. What do you think looks better on me? Red or blue?" Armand waited for her reply, though he was still waiting for Cosette.

 

[Marianne Mayfair]

"You're sounding like a market person."This statement greatly angered Marianne. She abruptly stood up and clenched her fists and said scathingly, "Ho--how dare you compare me to--to!." Then realizing her actions, she felt somewhat insecure and looked around. Marianne felt as if her hair was disheveled to every direction and all her clothes was tattered. She is having quite a problem about her body image but now she just fixed her already straight hair and ironed the crease-less dress. When she finally found her composure, she wittingly said, "There is a difference between a commoner and commander. I have the essence to awe a billion commoners, to bellow a command so fierce everyone would stiffen. I don't have the essence of a simple market person, I don't shout to desperately attempt to get attention of busy goers."

Cosette seems to be faraway that she couldn't hear the cries of Marianne and Armand. Marianne still felt worried on what might happen to Cosette, she hopes that she would turn up soon enough. But the worry was immediately taken away as she saw her brother once more took advice from a mirror. She said nonchalantly, "I'm not obsessed with fashion, i'm just obsessed with my image. I don't care what other girls wait on every shop looking like hyenas." But since her brother asked Marianne felt obliged to answer and so she said, "Black suits you more." Adding a smile to the complement.

 

[Cosette Mayfair]

Cosette was outside the house busy on playing her flute. A paper and a pen beside her for to use when composing a piece. She was charmed by the view outside and the was mesmerized by the view in front of her that she decided to stop playing the flute and try to capture the view through sketching it on the paper. Starting with lines and curves to emphasize the drawing. Ignoring reality she just continue to draw and to draw until she heard someone shouting. She rushed inside if there was something wrong. But to find out it was only her sister Marianne, "Is there something wrong dear sister? I was just busy playing the flute but then I decided to draw instead." she gently said to her sister.

"Did I miss something?" staring at her two siblings. Armand was once again staring at the mirror and Marianne was busy adoring her image, she loved them so much. It seems that the two were talking about what will her brother wear to some party. Cosette nodded showing that she agree to her sister's choice for Armand. "Oh dear!" she exclaimed remembering that she had left her flute outside the house. She then hurriedly went outside to get her flute.

 

[Armand Mayfair]

Armand laughed when he realized that what he said has offended Marianne somehow. Well he thought of it of course, but it won't hurt to tease Marianne once. After all, it seemed like everyone outside the house was treating her as though she was so special... though she's not. Armand stopped laughing, only leaving a boyish grin on his face. "Whatever you say, my dear commander of a sister. Cosette is--" Armand trailed off when he spotted Cosette walking towards them.

"Cosette! You're finally here, I need you to--"

"Oh dear!" Cosette exclaimed and then she went rushing out once again.

Armand sighed and looked back at Marianne with a look that seemed to tell her that he was hopeless. "I needed her to iron my clothes. But since she's not there," Armand smiled and ran towards Marianne. "You're such a pretty girl. I know you can do it! Please iron my clothes for me." he said with a theatrical tone and handed the clothes to Marianne, almost like throwing them at her face. Armand then walked to the mirror again. "I can't wear black clothes tonight. It's either blue or red. Hmm.. maybe red looks better?"