Sadie watched rain drops fall down one of the clear windows of Brooklyn House. Unfortunately, it was a gloomy day in New York, where the gray clouds were so swollen and stiff that they looked like tablets of stone that were mounted in the sky. Sadie thought that this weather was ironic: she thought it should be sunny, especially after all of the heard work they put into saving the world. But this was just one characteristic of New York weather and people: unappreciative.
Although the house was magically hidden from the busy eyes of the hustling mortals, Sadie could hear the beeps and honks of the cars and taxis, the hushed mumble of all of the words people were saying all at once. If Sadie were suddenly struck with amnesia, she would think that she were back in England.
This thought made her heart hurt; it drooped to the bottom of her chest as if an anvil of realization fell upon it. Even though she resided in America through a lot of adventures and through some time now, somewhere in a deep crevice of her sunken heart, she still missed her grandparent's small apartment. This sudden emotion caused a sudden action: she needed to get out of the house and walk the soaked streets.
But she knew she couldn't walk the pavement alone: she had to have someone with her. Just in case. She walked from the kitchen through the busy living room and into the main room where the statue of Thoth loomed over her. She couldn't help but stop and study the god back. Although he was only a statue, she couldn't help but feel some frustrated anger towards him. From what Carter reported and from what she remembered, Thoth had not helped her brother and Walt. Because of her experience with a certain goddess, she knew that the gods would eventually help them, no matter how much a pain in the arse they would be. With a shake of her head, she tossed that thought away. She had a walk to take.
She managed to find Walt in his room, hunched over his desk that was by a big window. From what she could see, he still had the knack and interest to carve charms in his spare time, even though his host was the certain, handsome god of death. Sadie knew why he still made the charms: because they came in handy. He always had them in his pocket just in case. He was still getting used to his newer powers. Sadie's hand rested on his shoulder.
"Oh, Death Boy," She tauntingly called to him. She was glad that she could officially use that nickname now. "Time to pay attention to your other charm," Even though Walt kept his gaze on the charm he was nearly done crafting, he cracked one of those smiles that made Sadie weak in the knees. It wasn't a couple of seconds later that he placed the charm down and faced her.
"What's up, Sadie?" Because of the nonchalance of his question, he took her hands into his. Both of their hands were rough with magic.
"I thought we could take a walk," She started and right at that moment, she heard a noise that sounded like something exploded below them. A couple of seconds later, childish laughter rang. "I really need to get out of this house for a while." Walt gave her a look of a question.
"But . . . it's raining," He innocently explained to her, gesturing to the window with his head. Sadie pursed her lips at her boyfriend before a genuine smile formed on them.
"Thank you for the update, Weatherman Walt, but I do have eyes." Although Walt knew she was only pulling his chain, he sighed and stood up. His usual, amiable smile was molded onto his mouth.
"I'll get the umbrella."
"Meet me by Thoth in five minutes."
Oh, how their relationship was becoming so romantic.
