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Warren Roosevelt
Male | 28 | mr.
Him, the reason. Warren found himself grimacing at that, longing for a certain dark bottle left in his attic, hoping instead that they had remembered to drop a few in his cup of tea, but knowing that they hadn't for none of these innocent souls knew and madame Preston disapproved.
"None of which I have worked for myself," Warren exclaimed, hoping that the words didn't come across as too bitter. None of it was made by him, and all of it was decided for him, he was merely trying to make right what was wrong.
Whatever Miss Riebau said escaped Warren's mind like everything did with a drop of laudanum, an effect he sorely missed right now as he sat himself down his seat, picking up his cup of tea as he breathed in the lavender that madame Preston had undoubtedly chosen for Warren's own sake.
"As all may know already, I'm the headmaster," Warren started after that he had finally taken his sip of tea, "and while the Roosevelt are known to be of vast wealth I'm afraid I still rely on the good kindness of others to keep this estate running," Warren grimaced, before turning into a more genuine smile into the direction of Clara.
"But I aim to give you, and all of your siblings here, the best education possible and to set you out into the world independently!" Warren exclaimed, a firm promise he had made in the hopes to cultivate some good fortune for himself to compensate against all of his sins.
"So, what does Clara like to do? What does she enjoy and how many letters have you learnt so far?" Warren continued, encouraging the conversation to switch to the next one.