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Thomas yawned into the back of his hand, eyes squinting and tearing up momentarily before he attempted to blink away the sleepiness and boredom he felt. It was pouring outside and his dark eyes wandered as his mother went on and on and on about the little details that where to be included in their harvest night ball. All Hallows Eve. It was to be a masquerade of course.

"With a dark twist to suit the season, it's nearing winter after all." She said. "All the proper harvest colors of course, browns and blacks and oranges and golds.

"Yes mother." Thomas murmured

"Hot cider of course, and champagne for the guests nothing morbid for the decorations I know what you kids do these days, absurd satanic rituals and things of the like. I'll not have any of that in this household." she went on. Thomas' brow only furrowed at the mention of satanic rituals. As if he'd do such a silly thing. The only absurd rituals he was likely to partake in happened between sheets. His mother went on like this for a while listing things to add to their expenses for the celebration. It was to be a very top tier event involving the rich and well known of that year.

Thomas finally got to his feet and wandered to the bookshelf as they where seated in the siting room. They had a library as well but nearly every room in that house had it's own bookshelf he plucked a random book about sailing from the shelf wondering vaguely when some sort of distraction would come wandering in offering entertainment to this dry conversation. Don't get me wrong Thomas loved his parties....he just hated the preparation phase. His father was out at work again so it was his duty as man of the house to listen to his mother's plans and take note, after all such duties would fall to him when the time came he should at least be able to count the cost. Thomas sighed and hid his relief when she finally called for tea and closed the small sailing book with one hand.