adventures in babysitting

[Ezra Huntington]

Tag: @hyacinthb

you can run

BUT YOU'LL DIE TIRED

They were on the first day of the event and Hunt was patrolling the area. He and a handful of Bow Street Runners had been hired by the Bridgertons to ensure their guests were safe and nothing . . . less than legal took place. This was hardly Ezra's preference when it came to his work duties but alas, little other choice was given. The Magistrate thought it would do him some good to go to the countryside and just mingle amongst the masses. But Ezra Huntington, did not mingle. So instead, he just walked around as the guests were arriving, settling in, and acquainting themselves with the area and with each other. He would give a polite nod when addressed to acknowledged, but he was in no hurry nor need to strike up any conversation.

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Once he had walked through the public areas of the Bridgerton's country home enough times -- well enough to get an idea of the area -- he made his way outside, starting to circle around the estate, taking note of every detail should he require this knowledge down the road. He paused when he saw a young girl standing in front of him, his eyes meeting hers. And in his attempt to avoid conversation -- even with a child -- he stood silently to let her pass, or answer whatever she may say to him. For her attire was indicative that she was that of a noble rank, and Ezra knew well enough, that he best remain polite to those of higher status. If he could help it.

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An event was being held at Aubrey Hall. The halls had been bustling with busy bodies as Hyacinth played hide-and-seek with her brother, as well as an array of other games to keep themselves occupied. However, upon the event starting, Hyacinth's excitement grew larger than life, knowing that this was one of the few public affairs that she could attend at her age. The start of the evening led her straight to the sugary lemonade, requesting one after another, leading to a bit of a sugar spike -- much to her mother's fear, really.  She watched as the guests arrived, eyes wide with awe at their garments. The youngest stood beside her mother, her little gloved hands gripping the neck of the lemonade glass to ensure none of it fell on the polished tile of their home. Hyacinth swished her dress around with glee every time someone acknowledged her, offering them a small bow in return. Finishing her drink and already sensing the sugar kick in, Hyacinth excused herself from her mother's side, placed the glass on a passing tray and decided to tag Gregory for a game of tag outside in the gardens. She knew them better than anyone else, too, so it worked to her advantage. Having tagged Gregory, she skipped outside, but her older brother seemed preoccupied with someone else as he did not follow when she peered over her shoulder for a moment. When she turned back around, however, her blues met an older figure's. He was not of nobility, she could tell that much. Oh, was he what she believed him to be!? Could it be true? "Sir, are you a Bow Street Runner?" Ezra Huntington

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[Ezra Huntington]

Tag: @hyacinthb

you can run

BUT YOU'LL DIE TIRED

If it had indeed been the young woman's intention to pass, then such was delayed by her question. Seeming to wish to stir conversation. Ezra knew full well that it was what he was hired to do -- in part. For there could be a reason for her question and he was not to quickly dismiss that possibility. "I am," he confirmed, deciding to leave out his position among them. While there was no hierarchy beyond the magistrate being at the head of the organization among the Bow Street Runners, those within understood Ezra's secondary position.

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Yet it was not one he frequently brought up without purpose. And he doubted the young girl cared about such a thing. Though her inquiry, brought him to make one of his own. "Is there something you wish to report?" It was perhaps more . . . expected for him to offer pleasantries, introducing himself, asking for her name in return. But Hunt was a man of business and diligence. If something had occurred that he did not wish to waste time on such frivolous remarks. If she asked merely out of inquisition then . . . perhaps this conversation would not take long at all.