The new nanny laughed at me.
She looked into my eyes and chuckled.
I'm about to signal to my parents that I do not wish her to stay when I see something outside the window that makes me stop.
"Who is that outside?" His father inquiries on my behalf.
I move from my spot behind the mirror and instead head up to the attic where I can see better.
She looks like a daisy twirling in the wind. Even from up above her laughter drifts on up. As if sensing I'm there she turns toward the window and does a majestic curtsy.
"Luna!"
The girl's head tilts to the side to view her acquaintance running towards her.
"What do you think you are doing on our grounds, young lady?"
A growl from deep within me comes unbidden; her expression, her face, I can't see her face.
I can't hear her either, what is she saying!
She turns toward the house and I can see her at last. She is seems so little from where I see her.
"Who are you?" The whisper fogs the glass in front of me from the ice still in the air despite it still being early winter.
"May I meet the boy?" She speaks quietly but in a way that I can read the words from her lips.
"I don't think that's a good idea, Luna."
My fists tighten at my sides, who is the other to tell her what to do. I rush down the stairs and search through the records until I find just the right one, Claire de la Lune.