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{ ღ } Vincent should have been here, was one of the first things that came to Rachel's mind as she watched Sapphire Owl's team take to the field. She imagined that, if he had been able to come, he would have boasted about his glory days at Weston and tell grand stories about his miraculous victory -- The Blue Miracle. But Vincent wasn't here. The Queen had been very adamant about a case needing to be solved as swiftly as possible and so Vincent was whisked away to fulfill Her Majesty's wishes.
Sometimes, Rachel felt like Vincent was more devoted to Queen Victoria than he was his own wife, although she never spoke such things aloud. It wouldn't have been right to complain, given everything she had been blessed with; a large manor, a loving husband when he was home, and a family. She was loved and well-cared for and that was what mattered.
Pale, gloved fingers grip the handle of her parasol a little tighter as she tilts her head, watching the ball soar across the field, then after a moment, lets her gaze cast about the area for familiar faces. The Midfords are there, unsurprisingly, several feet away from her. Rachel's opted to sit closer to the shade, under a large tree. It's only when her eyes catch a glimpse a certain assistant principal, that her pleasant expression sours just slightly. She doesn't particularly think well of the man, given their last encounter.
However, she's not about to let one man's appearance ruin her day at the tournament. "--Good afternoon... Sir Agares, wasn't it?" Her tone is pleasant enough, offering him the hint of a smile.
