*an exceptionally old woman, crowned with a goodly amount of puffy white hair, shuffles in from the other room, her arms full of firewood* *she glowers at the lion's head* Hideous old thing... *stokes the fire for a few seconds before setting eyes on you* *nearly jumps out of her skin* You young sprite! What do you think you're doing, frightening an old woman half to death like that! And--is that... mud you're tracking into Doctor Black's house? the nerve! He would be so displeased...*frowns* if only we could find the man...never was exceptionally good at keeping around, but...*sees something on the floor, barely visible beneath the desk* agh! I declare, all these whippersnappers have no respect for their elders...*scoops it up* Aha! A leaf from a book: I might have known the Professor would meander into this room... *crumples it and tosses it into the fire* well then! We'll see if that won't teach her to pick up after herself, won't we. *nods firmly*

-Blanche White

*Jumps* I'm so sorry, ma'am! I was just looking around. *Wanders to the desk* Does the doctor entertain many people with drink, Mrs. White? I only ask because I saw more glasses in... the study, I believe, on my way here. He seems to have had several guests in here...

Of course he gives them drink; he's got to keep them entertained in some way...his talks are so very dull. .... =_= He may have guests in any room he chooses, it's his house, isn't it?

Understandable. Were any of his guests regulars around the house? Like the reverend, or Miss Scarlett?

Miss Anise tiptoes into the lounge, and remains in the doorway as Drew questions Mrs. White, and smiles knowingly at herself, before moving on to the conservatory.