(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/Georgiana_AVI.jpg)<br/><br/><strong>Who:</strong>Georgiana Elliot<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Hallway outside Ella's Room<br/><strong>With:</strong>Archibald, Ella<br/><strong>When:</strong>After Noon<br/><strong>What:</strong>Steering the conversation<br/><br/><br/>Georgiana wrapped her arm around Archie as he leaned into her, tilting her head back to gazed at him and smiled lovingly.<strong> "I believe it is Wednesday."</strong>She spoke rolling her eyes, He could be so scatter brained sometimes.<br/><br/>Listening to the exchange and almost doubling over in laughter at her compainion's dramatics she followed him down the hall waving to Ella as she left.<strong>"Archie! You know we must get to the Weston's they are expecting us, Lord Weston and Elizabeth."</strong>She spoke once they were further down the hallway. Georgiana hoped he hadn't taken a huge dose of vitimines, that could explain his behavior. Grabbing his arm she fell into step with him, she wanted him to know that she was there and not some disappearing phantom.<br/><br/>Although though all this she knew she hqad to bath and change, she smelled like dirt and lilies, not unpleasent but not like her.