Oz
Oz yawned when Charlotte called upon him. He'd fallen asleep and was in his usual attire. The maids had tried to get him into something nice and fancy, but instead, he decided the girls should see him in what he would usually wear. So, he was wearing plaid shorts that ended at his kneed, a black waist coat, a white shirt and a red tie. The thing that stood out the most was his coat though, a white coat rimmed with gold and black with a red silk inside. His pocket watch was in his hand as he ran his finger up and down the pretty patterns. Charlotte (the maid) tried to brush his hair down but he squealed and ran into the corner, shivering. Charlotte tapped her foot on the floor in annoyance.
"Come on!" she said, signalling for Oz to follow. Oz stood but stayed five meters behind, wary of her. When they arrived at the gates, he seemed to be the first there so he took is pocket watch and wound up the little turner at the side. The pocket watch actually had a small music box on the inside. It played a soft tune, sort of sad but interesting. He loved the melody and swung it back and forth, but he never let anyone ever hear it, not even his brother.
Oz yawned when Charlotte called upon him. He'd fallen asleep and was in his usual attire. The maids had tried to get him into something nice and fancy, but instead, he decided the girls should see him in what he would usually wear. So, he was wearing plaid shorts that ended at his kneed, a black waist coat, a white shirt and a red tie. The thing that stood out the most was his coat though, a white coat rimmed with gold and black with a red silk inside. His pocket watch was in his hand as he ran his finger up and down the pretty patterns. Charlotte (the maid) tried to brush his hair down but he squealed and ran into the corner, shivering. Charlotte tapped her foot on the floor in annoyance.
"Come on!" she said, signalling for Oz to follow. Oz stood but stayed five meters behind, wary of her. When they arrived at the gates, he seemed to be the first there so he took is pocket watch and wound up the little turner at the side. The pocket watch actually had a small music box on the inside. It played a soft tune, sort of sad but interesting. He loved the melody and swung it back and forth, but he never let anyone ever hear it, not even his brother.