~SebasChan and TheBouquineuse~
Claire disliked getting up before the sun. She understood the necessity of it; that if she didn't do so it could easily mean her job. She still disliked it. The sun was definitely up now, but before it had reached its current spot in the sky she had brought in sheets left out to dry over night, brought buckets of firewood to the guest rooms, and aided in getting the ingredients ready for breakfast. With a huff, she tucked a loose strand of her hair under her frilled cap then picked up the woven basket of sheets she had set down a moment beforehand. Having her hair in her eyes had made going up the stairs near nerve-wracking, and something she didn't want to ever repeat. As she walked down the corridor toward the Young Miss's room, she heard a crash of crockery in the opposite direction. She froze on the stairs, hearing distant shouts. It was far too early in the morning for this, and someone was going to get in trouble for it.
Once she had scurried down the hall and rapped her knuckles against the hard wood of the door, she let herself in. Before she went to open the large curtains, keeping all but the faintest shard of light out of the bedroom, she stoked the fire. "Good morning." She said, her voice lilting upward to feign happiness. With the softest clack of her hard-heeled shoes, she crossed the room to throw open the curtains. "Did the Young Miss sleep well? There is a hearty breakfast waiting for you downstairs, when you are ready to join your parents." Needless to say, Claire was not invited to this breakfast. Hers would commence only once the Young Miss had finished and moved on to a part of her day that Claire was not essential for. It could very well be two or three hours from now, although she hoped not.