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Naomi started walking towards the stairs, til she realized that she was not being followed. Looking behind her, her mind did a mental face palm: Madeline was drifting excitely.......in the wrong direction. It was like watching a confused yet happy little bunny, just hopping along without a care in the world.

"No no no no no! This way; the way you were going leads the opposite direction of food!" the younger sibling ran to her older on quickly before she disappeared, and tried to lead her back to the stairs so they could head the right way. She felt like she was walking a dog or something for a moment, which was really strange and not right. But she merely tried to get her sister to follow her; talk about a space cadet!

EDIT: Seeing Star walk with them, Naomi agreed with her; Mom would probably be mad if they didn't show up, so there really wasn't much of a choice. Of course, how many times did the woman not show up for her sisters? But that was not the subject at the moment.

"True; we might as well show up to the first one at least, to get an idea if we're gonna live." Naomi joked as they headed down the stairs.

Alyekzander hid in his room, ear to the door. He could not hear any of the words being said, but if he were very quiet he could hear that the girls were speaking. So there he remained, waiting for their voices to fade. He felt silly hiding from the sisters, but silly or not he did hate being tickled. Crazy females. No one else in this house wanted much to do with him, but those two... apparently they found him amusing. Bloody Hell, what had he ever done to give them that impression? Well, before fleeing from them, anyway. When he finally could not hear the girls talking any longer, Alyekzander smoothed his clothing and left his room to head to dinner. He did not hurry; he had no desire to catch up.

Emily sat very still, trying not to look as awkward as she felt, which was monumentally difficult in the chilly silence. Her new stepfather sat at the head of the ridiculously long, polished mahogany table, looking more coldly furious by the second, her mother a pretty china doll by his side. That was, more than the nine glaringly empty seats and increasingly angry stepfather, what made Emily want to fidget; the woman sitting there was not her mother. Her mother was not pretty, for one thing. She certainly had been more than pretty, all the girls knew and appreciated that. Emily could even remember it a little. For most of their lives, however, looks had no longer been the point. She had been tired all the time, really too tired to play with her girls even when the rare opportunity presented itself. That was what the word 'mother' meant to Emily and, she knew, to Cecelia; a perpetually exhausted ghost of a woman they hardly ever saw who they were supposed to be greatful to. Emily now understood, looking at the lovely woman with her glossy dark hair and carefully expressionless features, that their mother was as much a stranger as the man sitting next to her; oddly, this realization brought with it a savage sort of triumph. She was at this dinner for her mother's sake, but she now knew that she owed her mother nothing but the careful politeness she would gift to a benevolent stranger. Her loyalty lay with her sisters. A tiny, sarcastic smile curled around the corners of her mouth as she reached for her glass of water and brought it to her lips, listening with vague interest as the softly tinkling ice broke the carefully crafted silence around them.

Madeline had ditched the shoes and arrived in her normal manner. running in barefoot and childlike. She threw her arms around her mother and gave her a kiss on the cheek. She gave a less spontaneous and extremely formal kiss on the cheek to her stepfather.
"Good evening Mother, Daddy Dearest." She curtsied to both, and took her seat next to her mother. Her mother smiled sweetly, and Madeline knew that her mother had expected her to come.

Markus allowed Cecelia to herd him into the dining room. He wasn't as exhuberent as Madeline in his greeting, but he did smile at Father and his new bride as he seated himself across from Cecelia. "Good evening, Father. Evening, Step-Mother." He easily identified his two remaining sisters, and greeted them as well. "Emily, Adrienne, It's a great pleasure to meet you. My name's Markus."

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"Nevermind!" Domanik said sharply when Alyk didn't answer. Really! Was it that hard to answer someone when they asked you a question? Domanik didn't have time for Alyk's slow deliberations. He made his way to the dining room, seating himself. He glared at everyone, but especially at Markus. He'd alway thought his eldest brother a fool, but this was unforgivable.

He was making friends with them

He said nothing to anyone as he continued to stare down each of the girls, mentally listing their faults. The eldest, Cecelia, was going to be as annoying as possible for a while, to assert her dominance in the house. Emily was a quiet little mouse, hardly noticable; she'd be much too easy to overlook. Madeline was rambuncuous, noisy, and loud, and probably messy too. Adrienne looked like a freak, and Naomi, the youngest, was most likely a chirpy little space case.

Madeline had chosen not to start a conversation. A, the p***k Dominick had walked in, B, she didn't have anything she'd talk about with her mother, and C, she wasn't exactly sure WHAT to talk about. 12 people in one family. She just wanted to eat and go.

"Common sense is desired by most, but I guess it isn't for you." Madeline looked at Dominick, smiling slightly. She currently had proper posture and everything, just to make up for her 'grand' entrance. She smiled at the other brothers that had shown up.