Emma looked out the window of her not-so-brand-new car (well, technically it was her brother's not-so-brand-new car), and gazed at her new neighbourhood. Even though it didn't seem all that different from back in Belgium, she almost felt dizzy from all the new people, accents, places, and sights here. She guessed it was pretty normal for her to feel that way, this really was a drastic change of scenery for her, having lived all her life in a shabby little apartment with her family in Brussels - a bustling city.
The young Belgian had done a bit of research on where she was going to be staying before leaving - Switzerland was known for its mountainous regions, and rather pleasant scenery. She was going to live in a small village by the countryside, with a single school and supermarket. Emma had also known for most of her life that Swiss chocolate was delicious, and Emma Mesman, being the chocolate connoisseur she is, was dying to get her hands on some as soon as possible. However, Lars wasn't too keen on that, saying that it was a waste of money, since she could make it herself.
After a while of musing, and thinking, Emma cleared her throat. "Lars," she started, looking at her big brother with her large green eyes, "Could we go out to the city, later? After we finish unpacking?" she asked, her lips curved into a feline-like smile.
Of course, the answer was obvious:
"No."
Emma had figured he'd say something like that - after all, he was the typical overprotective big brother with an intimidating glare and blunt words. He was pretty tall too - taller than most men - and had cold, icy blue eyes, both things adding to his rather scary appearance. His hair - which had always fascinated Emma - was short and spiked up, without the help of gel. Then, there was the scar on his forehead; when Emma had been going through the phase where she'd obsess over Harry Potter, she would ceaselessly draw on it to make it look like Harry's lightning scar.
Emma, however, would often give off a more cheerful aura with her emerald eyes and typical cat-like smile - unless she were angry, because that was something one wouldn't want to see. She'd throw a massive tantrum and yell until the person who made her angry felt puny.
"Actually," Lars said, breaking the awkward silence. "You could go check out the neighbourhood while I unpack." he said.
"Really?!" Emma exclaimed, clasping her hands together. Lars merely nodded, looked at her from the rear-view mirror, and curved his mouth into something that looked like a tiny, tiny smile.
The two siblings arrived in the garage of their also-not-so-brand-new house, Emma got out of the car, helping Lars get the boxes of furniture out. "I'll be back by six!" she chirped, and walked out of the door. Lars sighed as the door slammed shut with a loud bang.
"Since when was she so . . . independent?" Lars thought to himself, "I really wouldn't be too shocked if she came back home telling me she got a boyfriend, but then..." the Dutch man's thoughts trailed off, and he looked at all the things he was going to have to unpack, alone.
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