The Zelenka Domov

[Julia Zelenka]

Welcome to the Zelenka Home.

Fortunately, you have most likely been invited personally by one of the members of the household, as there are enchantments and anti-apparation charms on the house for security. Unfortunately, you have probably been invited to either a stuffy ridiculously lavish and frilly dinner party or an even stuffier cigar-smoking, brandy-drunk after-dinner romp.

Nevertheless, make sure to acknowledge that the Zelenkas have a daughter as she may have retreated to her room to evade the foolishness going on downstairs or else so bored and pretentiously dressed that she may simply look like a doll in the corner.


Merlin help you if you must sit here for one of mum's dinner parties.

[Julia Zelenka]

*slowly opens the front door and closes it, deciding to use to actually door in case the distinctive "pop" of her apparating in jolted he parents from their morning post reading in the sun room. Wonders if Gabriel's owl has arrived, or even more daring, if she can slip into her room before they notice she was even gone. She doubts it.*

[Gabriel Rosier]

*Sends Alexander, his impressive white falcon with a letter to the Zelenka family*

Dear Mr. and Mrs. Zelenka,

I have written to ease your concerns about your daughter's absence. Rest assured she was under my protection, and will soon be living up to her honourable, very respectable name.

If all goes well Julia will be my apprentice, if you give your consent. I have just returned from training and believe me, my intentions are good. She is driven girl and obviously had excellent parents.

Sincerely,
Gabriel Rosier

[Julia Zelenka]

*hearing a commotion from the sun room and a rather piercing cry of some kind of bird of prey, she realizes Gabriel's letter has just arrived and takes the disruption to rush upstairs, hushing a confused looking house elf on the landing and listening over the banister as her father reads the note out loud. Smiles at the fine wording of it, the way it praises her parents at every turn. Another smile, as she hears her mother reply "Gabriel Rosier, that boy from school? Is that where he went off to?" and then completes her dash to her room, closing the door just as the heavy footsteps of her father can be heard climbing the stairs.*

[Julia Zelenka]

*returns home grudgingly for the weekend. Her mother had a dinner party planned for the following night and she had been ushered in as the centerpiece. There was even a new dress waiting for her in her room...her old room...an obvious attempt on her mother's behalf of a bride.*

*she sighed, holding the dress to her as she sat down on the edge of her bed, all the eyes from all her porcelain dolls staring at her from their places on the walls*

[Gabriel Rosier]

*Sends his white falcon to Julia's home, hoping the letter reaches her hands*

Dear Jewels,

I had some unexpected business to take care of. I will owl you once I am back home and I hope that you will join me there. It's too large a home for one person and dozens of elves.

I know you don't think much of the girl (or the boy, for that matter), but I say give them a chance. They didn't disappoint me too much.

Yours,
"Gabriella"

[Julia Zelenka]

*folds his letter neatly and tucks it under her music box on her desk.*

*pulls a bag from under her bed and begins to pack*

[Julia Zelenka]

*wakes up and can't believe it's another day*

*remains in bed all morning, staring at the ceiling, wondering if he's forgotten to come back..or if someone is keeping him away*

[Gabriel Rosier]

*Alexander flaps in, finds Julia, and sets a letter in front of her. Waits on her shoulder for a reply, as ordered by Gabriel.*

Dear Jewels,

I have finally returned home for a bit and I urge you to come as quick as possible. Our presence is required at the Manor and I need you to pick out a gown for Gabriella. I'm no good with women's clothing. Or shoes.

I apologize for not writing sooner, I've been tied up with business. I feel so terribly impatient without you. You should stay at my place, my dear. It would cause me much less anxiety and grief. I hate waiting.

Yours,
Gabriel