Out of all the possibilities of what could be there hidden in the flower bushes, this had not been what Jeanne had been expecting at all.  When she first heard the growl she thought that there was some feral animal hiding in the bushes and she would have to call pest control or someone to deal with it. She watched the boy and the oversized wolf for awhile, wishing that she had brought her fatherâ€™s hunting rifle before going to investigate, somewhat out of intrigue. She hated animals in her garden. When she was little she and her mother had created that garden together; it was one of the only good memories that she had from her childhood. Now the beautiful garden that she works so hard to maintain was being crushed by someâ€¦ someâ€¦ strays!<br/><br/>It was rather infuriating and needed to be dealt with as quickly as possible.<br/><br/>â€œYes, snooping.â€ She hissed, folding her arms over her chest, her dark eyes transfixed upon the boy and his mutt with a stern gaze. Her brow furrowed when he gave what she assumed was an introduction, though it was hard to tell. Either he was very shy or he had next to no social skills.  â€œYou have ten minutes from the time I go back inside to leave. If I discover you and your filthy mutt havenâ€™t left when I come back out, your night will become very unpleasant. Iâ€™m not in a very hospitable mood, and I donâ€™t want to be dealing with some boy and his filthy stray!â€ To think some strangers had the nerve to play in her garden, did they not know who she was? Thanks to the ruthless reputation of her father, Joachim DeMarrius, most people knew better than to trespass on the grounds of DeMarrius manor.<br/><br/>In a lot of ways, Jeanne took after him. It wasnâ€™t as simple as she had his eyes or carried herself like he did either. She had inherited his charm, his negotiation skills and being a bit of a manipulator in that regard, and his bad temper. That bad temper of hers was really showing at this particular moment. After having a bad day this was not something she wanted to be dealing with right now. Other, more important things had to be attended to and she certainly did not want babysitting to be on that list. She had to admit the boy was an odd one. Just where the hell did he crawl out from? Didnâ€™t he have anything better to do than sit around on her yard, crushing her flowers? They should be lucky she wasnâ€™t her father otherwise they would have been taught a lesson and chased off by now.<br/><br/>Unfortunately, Jeanne had other idiots to chase away before she dealt with the boy and his stray so she slowly began to make her way back inside. While she walked, she pulled out another cigarette, needing that nicotine fix again to keep her stress levels in check. She had a temper but didnâ€™t necessarily see a reason to fly off the handle so easily all the time. Her stride to the porch was slow so she had time to finish her cigarette.<br/><br/>She caught the butler peering out of the window as she reached for the door and sighed. â€œYou!â€ She called when she stormed into the foyer of the manor, not bothering to address him by name. â€œThere is a boy and some filthy mutt in the garden. Get rid of them! I would do it myself but I have to return to Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum upstairs.â€ The butler fiddled with his tie a bit, nodded, and dashed outside to do what he was told. She peeked out the window to make sure he wasnâ€™t running off. That worm has always been a bit shady. Since she hired him, she has always felt the need to make him feel intimidated so he wouldnâ€™t try anything funny. Worked like a charm, too, because he always went about his business as he was told to do, he never asked questions.<br/><br/>The butler was shaking a little when he approached the two still sitting in the garden. â€œMis-Mistress Jeanne has ordered me t-to escort you off the property.â€ He took a deep breath and fiddled with his tie again. It was a nervous habit he picked up sometime after being hired here. God, he wished he could find another job but the family paid well and there were some pros to working for a rich family even if he was kept in the dark most of the time. He could feel her watching him but dared not look behind him, knowing she would only be upset if he showed any signs of incompetence.