She sat just outside her window, perched on the roof. The moon streamed down and she marveled at its beauty, the glow it cast, making her feel insignificant. She sighed gently with the wind.

"Elizabeth?"

She turned back to the window and easily slid inside the room.

"Come back to bed."

Elizabeth woke to the sun streaming through the open window. She rolled over; expecting the other side of the bed to be occupied, but it was not. Elizabeth placed her hand in the indentation on the pillow next to her.

She sighed and sat up, running her fingers through her hair. They caught in a tangle and she tugged, pulling it straight. The shower shut off and she could hear him opening the curtain.

The bathroom door swung open, and there he stood, a towel wrapped around his waist. He stood straight and his scars were barely noticeable in this light.

He smiled slowly and sauntered over.

"Harry…" She breathed, leaning towards him.

As he finished pulling on his jeans, Elizabeth slid from the bed and walked quickly to him. She slid her arms around his bare chest, holding him. She gently kissed a long scar that stretched from his shoulder to his spine.

"How did you get this one again?" She murmured, her lips still pressed against him.

"Dragon." He said gruffly before reaching for a shirt.

She pushed against him, causing him to face her.

"What do you have planned today?" She asked, placing her hands on his bare chest.

"I gotta work, baby. I get off at ten tonight…" He said as he kissed her forehead.

"That's fine; it's girls' night out anyways."

He nodded and then shifted around her to go back into the bathroom.

Elizabeth looked down, she stood in her underwear and bra, and too big socks that clumped at her ankles.

"Do you want breakfast?" She called as she headed downstairs to the kitchen.

"Sounds good!" Harry called.

Downstairs, Elizabeth checked the refrigerator and then the cabinets. She checked the refrigerator again and settled on eggs and toast. She pulled the sourdough rosemary bread down and cut two thick slices. She slid them into the oven and started on the eggs.

She reached for a bowl and quickly cracked five eggs. She mixed them so they were an even yellow and reached behind her for the horseradish. She added a generous dollop and then grasped the chili powder, just as she was about to add it she felt it zoom from her hand.

Elizabeth spun around to see Harry holding his wand and the chili powder with a smirk on his face.

"Give it back."

"No, I don't think I will."

"What's wrong with how I cook?"

"Nothing! You're an excellent cook, but I don't like chili powder."

"Fine." Elizabeth sighed but reached for the oregano instead.

Harry smiled, "Much better."

Harry stayed, leaning against the kitchen wall, "You are beautiful."

"Ha! I'm not wearing any make up and I'm in my underwear!"

"I like it."

Elizabeth chuckled and turned back to the stove where the eggs had started to scramble themselves, "Harry!"

But he was already up the stairs.

Elizabeth sighed, she hated when he used magic to cook.

Elizabeth waved as Harry drove away; he turned back in his seat and waved back.

She jogged back into the house and hurried up the stairs, she had errands to run. She entered the bedroom and hurried to the closet.

She flipped through her clothes until she was able to piece together the perfect outfit. Elizabeth pulled on her jeans and buttoned her cream vest; she then reached for a pair of brown pumps and slipped them on. She completed the look with two brown sticks holding her bun in place. Satisfied, she grabbed her purse and hurried out the door. She reached her car and climbed inside, her heel slipped off the break pedal.

"Dammit." She cursed as she jerked into traffic.

The car behind her honked and she purposely slammed on her brakes.

The driver yelled something and Elizabeth held up her hand, a dismissal.

Elizabeth picked up her phone and flipped it open and scrolled to contacts. She pressed the phone to her ear.

"OH MY GAWDDDD!" Addison shrieked once she had answered the phone.

"Addison!"

"Eh-LIZ-a-BETH?" The way she said 'Elizabeth' drew it out into almost double the syllables.

"Ready for tonight?"

"Puh-lease! I was born ready!"

Elizabeth smiled, "Twist again?"

"Sounds good to me!"

"Great, I'll call you later. See yah at ten!"

With a click, Elizabeth shut the phone and pulled into the museum parking lot.

She climbed out of her car and listened as her heels clicked against the concrete. She stepped inside, her heels echoing on the polished wood floor.

"Good afternoon, Ms. Reed."

Elizabeth smiled at the receptionist but continued on her way.

She took the first right and continued down the hall but stopped when she came to the double doors. She gently pushed them open. At the end of the room hung one painting and almost five feet from the painting was a large plush bench for viewers.

Elizabeth kept walking until she was at the bench, she took a seat.

She had been sitting, looking at the painting for almost ten minutes before she heard footsteps behind her,

"Ah! Ms. Reed! You are enjoying the newest Monet we have added to our collection?"

"Oh, Mr. Kavahk! Very much so, thank you."

"I told them, I said I can guarantee Ms. Reed will be in here the tenth day! And here you are!"

Elizabeth smiled and stood, her back to the painting, "I was surprised at the lack of security, actually." Elizabeth said nodding to the empty room.

"Ah, yes, yes. Please take a step and go to touch the picture!" He insisted, nudging her forward.

Elizabeth hesitated, but after a moments silence, she stepped forward and reached to touch it. Just as her hand was to graze the painting she felt herself pushed towards the exit by an invisible force as she suddenly remembered she had to get home. But a second later, when Elizabeth was almost at the door, she recognized the trick.

She gasped and Mr. Kavahk's booming laughter filled the room.

"Was Harry here?" Elizabeth asked while rushing back towards the picture.

"Very good, Elizabeth! Indeed he was! You just missed him, in fact. He completed this earlier this morning!"

"It was preformed beautifully. If not for my background, I might not have ever known."

Elizabeth chuckled as she took her seat, once again.

"Well, when you have finished, I have a wonderful De Vinci I am in need of help placing. I thought you might know what to do…"

"I would love to." Elizabeth replied sincerely as she turned back to the Monet.

Elizabeth pulled into the driveway at fifteen past seven. She carried her groceries in one arm and struggled with her other bags in the other.

"Where's Harry when I need him?" Elizabeth hissed under her breath as she dropped her groceries at the front door so she could retrieve her key to open the door.

She swung the door open and hurriedly dropped the bags on the kitchen table and counter.

Elizabeth hurried upstairs and kicked off her heels. She undressed and slipped into the shower.

The steady stream of water poured down her back and steam rose around her. She tilted her head back and water drenched her hair. She lathered her skin with the rose soap and shampooed her hair, sweat pea. The scent of flowers saturated the air, filling her lungs. She rinsed and slid open the shower curtain.

The mirror was steamed over, but she didn't need it. She wrapped a towel around her body and left the bathroom. Elizabeth padded across the bedroom to her closet. She checked her alarm clock: 7:38. She pulled open the walk in closet and stepped inside. She switched on the lights and looked around.

She debated on which colour to wear. She felt her way through her dresses, satin, silk, cotton, stretch, sheer, chiffon, flat, bunched, sleeveless, scoop neck, and more...

Elizabeth had narrowed it down to a teal wrap around strapless that bunched on the side and hit just above mid thigh and a tight one shoulder red dress. She held them both up and tried to picture herself in each.

In the end, she settled on the teal one and poked through her jewelry. She reached for the large salmon coloured necklace; it was made of large and chunky beads. Elizabeth held it against her dress.

"Perfect…" She said to herself as she hung her outfit on a small hook.

She walked to the shoes and chose a pair of gold strappy sandals. She dropped them onto the floor under her hanging dress and sauntered to her vanity table to do her hair and makeup.

She pulled her hair into a high ponytail and slicked it so that not a hair was out of place. She rubbed a light eye shadow onto her lids, making them sparkle gold and she smeared a lightly tinted gloss onto her lips.

Satisfied, Elizabeth walked back to her outfit and quickly got dressed. She clasped the necklace on and slid into her sandals, buckling the straps.

She checked the time, 8:49.

Elizabeth walked to the balcony and stepped outside. It was just dark, so you could still see a slight pink in the sky. She tapped her fingers idly on the balcony ledge and spun around. She stepped back inside and heard the lock click as she shut the double doors.

Elizabeth knew she was going to be early to her Girls' Night, but she didn't care as she grabbed her car keys and clutch as she hurried down the stairs.

She climbed into her car and started the engine.

There was no line for Twist as she parked. Elizabeth checked her hair and makeup in the rearview mirror before walking into the restaurant/bar.

"How many?" A young blonde waitress asked, holding a large stack of menus.

"Two, I would like a table by the bar please."

"Great, right this way."

Elizabeth took her seat at the table presented, as the waitress went to lay the menus down onto the table, Elizabeth waved them off.

"I'll have a half black vodka, half tangerine juice. Two slices of vegan chocolate cake and she'll have one of those little cucumber martini things you serve…" She said pointing at the seat across from her.

The waitress looked taken back but quickly recovered herself and with a nod, hurried off.

Elizabeth checked the clock behind the bar, 9:32.

She bit her lip and let her eyes wander, checking the scene.

She stopped as she noticed a younger man resting at the end of the bar. His shoulders were stiff but his arms slouched onto the bar.

Elizabeth looked closer and was startled when he quickly turned around and their eyes met.

She pretended to search in her clutch until she thought he might have looked away.

She glanced up, through her lashes and noticed he had looked away, but his body was turned so she could better see him.

He looked too young to be sitting at a bar, but yet, there in his hand was a drink.

She noticed he swirled it, but never drank. And she noticed his face, his chiseled features, and the un-human beauty. She pulled at her pony tail, almost jealous. He smiled at something, and Elizabeth looked around to see what had caught his attention.

She noticed nothing, and she hated that she had just spent moments not looking at him. She had never seen someone as…well, beautiful as him. Elizabeth couldn't even picture Harry anymore; she had eyes only for this magnificent stranger.

Elizabeth heard the waitress come with the drinks and Elizabeth cleared her throat.

"Is there something else you need, ma'am?"

Elizabeth blushed, "Yes…Could you bring that man over here please?"

"Which one?"

Elizabeth's face continued to redden, "The striking one at the end of the bar."

She didn't know what had caused her to be so bold, but she regretted it as she watched the waitress walk over to this stranger man.

Before the waitress had reached him, he had stood and made to leave.

Elizabeth noticed that the waitress became young, unprofessional, and giggly as she talked to this man. Yet, he waved her off and started towards Elizabeth, never looking away from her eyes.

Elizabeth, intimidated, looked down and quickly sipped from her drink.

"You wanted me?"

This enchanting man stood before her, he wore wonderful designer clothing, his hair stuck up and his skin was marble smooth.

He smiled a crook smile, a boyish smile.

Elizabeth smiled back slowly; she was shaking inside, "You looked lonely."

She was thankful her confidence hadn't failed her yet.

"I was waiting for someone."

Elizabeth felt her smile falter, "Well, I'll let you get back to that then."

"I've talked to her though, it's fine."

Elizabeth grinned, and sipped her drink again.

"What are you drinking?" He asked, looking at her drink.

"Black vodka and tangerine juice."

"Huh. I'll have bourbon." He said to the waitress who had been lingering behind him.

He reached behind him and pulled up a chair, "Do you mind?"

"Not at all." Elizabeth toyed with her necklace, trying her hardest to stop her jaw from hanging.

"Excuse me, how rude. I never introduced myself…"

"Oh…Well…"

"Hello, I'm Edward."

Elizabeth took his extended hand and flinched at the coldness of his touch.

"What a medieval name. I'm Elizabeth."

"Early nineteen hundreds, actually. It's a pleasure to meet you."

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