Imagine...
Going to visit your Uncle and his family at Downton Abbey. Lord Grantham sent Branson the new driver to pick you up from the station. Branson being super suprised that you also spoke in an Irish accent, he assumed you spoke like the Crawley's. Turns out as a child you were sent to a boarding school in Dublin and the accent kind of stuck.
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FanfictionAll the short imagines from my tumblr uploaded by yours truly. Requests can be made and I'll give it a go.