<strong>Imogene Campbell,</strong>Outside the Carriages<br/><br/>Aside from the attack, the rest of the journey had gone by peacefully. The previous ordeal (mostly because of Ivy kissing that man, whatever his name was, on the cheek, and had whole-heartedly approved of Lilian's yelling at him), made her quiet and distant. Imogene spent most of her time looking out the window and thinking. The rest of the time was spent talking with her friends, though she felt apart from them somehow, unlike them. Perhaps it was the new self-realization that seemed to alienate her from the others, and she could think of little else.<br/><br/>Finally, they reached Avonleigh, and she waited for the servants to move from the carriages before getting out herself. She stared up at the mansion and their surroundings, and for a while, the worry was replaced with wonder and awe at how beautiful the place was, however old. In fact, its age seemed to enhance the beauty of it. She knew it was childish, and she should be above such thoughts, but she couldn't help it. Imogene wanted to explore, perhaps practice her magic. Though she still was downhearted, and so didn't speak while everyone else excited their carriages, preferring to watch.