#42: Portraits
At the stroke of midnight, I rushed down the stairs clad in a sparkly nightgown I’d received from Lucius.
His silver-blonde head was already in there. He looked up when he heard the pattering of footsteps. “Let’s go.”
Portraits were still whispering at this hour. I heard our names crop up in their conversations. Lucius put a finger to his fine lips. We stopped and listened.
“You must’ve noticed that platinum blonde couple,” an older witch portrait was saying to a fat lady. “Very handsome couple. I wouldn’t be surprised if I saw their children in these halls one day.”
__________________ White shores are calling... You have entered the realm of the Lady of the Wood. We are proud to fight alongside men once more. ...You and I will meet again I <3 you, all my SS friends. Namarie! |