This is just something I did when I was super, super bored. It had been nagging at me, and I didn't write it down, so it didn't turn out too good... it looked longer when it was handwritten.
A window rattling boom echoed from outside in the stormy London air into Charlotte's ears. The storm had been going on for hours, without a single hint of a sunny sky. Not that it was ever sunny in London, really.
Lightning like sparks flashed across the wall, creating shadows in the night. Then a crack so loud Charlotte felt the whole Institute might shatter, just from the sound.
A giant boom sounded through the hallways, the brass knocker on the Institute's doors making a loud clang as it hit the bronze-paneled wood. Charlotte hurried down the stairs and into the entryway. Turning the cold doorknob, she yanked open the door to find a small boy standing on the top step.
In a flash of lightning, his face was illuminated- dark, curling hair, blue eyes and pale, cream-colored skin over high cheekbones. His eyes were huge and frightened, but he said, "I am one of yours. I am Nephilim. You are required to let me in." in a voice that didn't quaver in the slightest. Charlotte stepped back while the boy stepped in, looking around.
"Let me show you to a room," she said, voice soft and soothing. She started off towards and empty room near her and Henry's.
The child said nothing, but closed the door in Charlotte's face. She stood there, speechless, before returning to her own room.
Once, as she was passing the door, she thought she heard him crying.