<strong>Julie-Anna Crane</strong><br/>Known; Head Sparrow<br/><br/><br/>Miss Julie-Anna Crane was always one to know exactly what to do, how to do it, and when it needed to be done. Thus, as she walked proudly up the road to the Castle upon that steep, steep Hill, she could not help but smile to herself. It seemed she had this whole little world to herself, to her bidding and control. That was how she saw it, anyway. But to some extent, it was true. After all, little Marnie Tarnish, having just become of age to take up her Sparrow duties, tried to flee just the other day. Now, that could not do, oh no. So, lovely, adoring Miss Crane made sure to take care of Marnie, secluding her from the world so that she may grow to understand what it is that her job now entails. Were she to try to shirk her duties once more, well... They would need a new Sparrow, that's all. And Marnie was well aware of how easily Miss Crane could acquire another girl. For now, the eighteen year-old would have to stay locked in her room for a week or so to contemplate. When she was ready, she'd be released. But the story did not need her any time soon.<br/><br/>Almost visible, the peak of the old, devastatingly hideous house could be seen past a few trees. If it hadn't been for the interior, the woman would not allow herself to be seen in such a place... Well, not seen. But filth was not on her list of likings. The dull tap of her stilletos on the road would soon be heard by the house's occupants, announcing her arrival; though, as was customary, she would still make herself known after entering the Castle. A glance towards the cellar window made her smile faintly- perhaps she would visit the dear boy today?<br/><br/><em>Click. Clack. Click. Clack. </em>She door shut behind her. "Mariana, boys! I've come with some news," voice echoing throughout the building, she nodded in satisfaction, footsteps sounding in the distance. Off in the sitting room, she stood near a window, peering into the surrounding woods. An astonishingly tight, white pencil skirt somehow managed to reach near the tops of her knees, a matching white jacket giving the thin woman an hourglass figure. She may have looked almost angelic, with that bleach blonde hair, but the dark make-up around her eyes and translucent, blood-red camisole beneath the jacket gave earth to something very, very different.<br/><br/>Once everyone assembled in the room, she took a moment to look them over. The boys were handsome as ever, though she could only dream Christian would cut that dreadfully long hair. The only woman present in the bunch- well, she knew the two had a distaste for one another, no matter how hard she tried to make her understand that she was only there to help the young girl. If she didn't want to give in to the power, what could Miss Crane do, right? At least she was pretty. Very pretty, indeed. The other girl was late, as usual. Such a rebellious little thing. She sometimes wished Arman hadn't made the choice to change her. "Muriel?" she called out. "Are you there, dear?" Not wait for a particular response since the answer was obvious, she looked at the bunch before her.<br/><br/>"The Corn Festival begins today! So... Who's hungry?" A devious smile.