<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/21/Charlotte.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Charlotte “Charlie” Cooper</span></span><br/><strong>Current Location:</strong>The Stables<br/><strong>With:</strong>J.F. Henshaw and Lord Richard Fowler<br/><strong>When:</strong>Day 1, before dinner<br/><br/>He glanced over at the stable boy “don’t think I haven’t noticed you trying to leave boy.  I said I wanted to talk to you.  Take another step toward that door and I’ll see to it Darcy sacks you at the very least.”<br/><br/>Charlie could have screamed in frustration but tried to squelch the rising sound in her throat. It escaped as a soft whimper. She continued for a few more steps but stopped well before she reached the door.  She stopped between a large barrel and several bales of hay stacked in high steps along the wall.  She tried to make it look as if the barrel of grain had been her destination all along.<br/><br/>She lifted an empty wooden bucket and placed it on one of the low hay bale that was closest to her.  Carefully, she started filling the bucket with feed for the horses.<br/><br/>“I still have my job to do. I'll just get back to work.” She spoke just loud enough to hear, if they were listening to her, but not loud enough to interrupt the gentlemanly discourse taking place in the stable if they weren't.<br/>