Routine kept the house going. Waking up at a certain time, breakfast same time everyday, dinner as well. Everything had it's structure, no matter the occasions and happenings in-between those tight schedules. They were something the children could rely on, something that was especially important to Arlecchino. They made sure she had everything in her control.

It had to happen eventually, the routine being interrupted by only a few minutes, the table being set a few minutes late for the dinner setting, the children staying in their rooms for a little too long instead of coming downstairs on time. It was enough to get her into a bad mood, loss of control didn't go easy on her. She wouldn't directly show or say it,- but one would recognize if they knew her.

Staying quiet and walking just a tad faster, having taken over the task of setting the table herself, deeming everyone else too incompetent to do it, she'd not allow mishaps in their everyday, nothing could be out of place in the way she raised and held the children.

Even if it wasn't your fault, her silent treatment was enough to make anyone feel guilty. Walking over and simply wanting to take some of the plates off of her hands, met with her gaze before you even touched them. She wasn't yelling but it was enough to make everyone stop in their steps, the tone she'd use to reprimand the children if they were to do something they weren't allowed.

"Stop it and don't even think about it."