Hello everybody! hope everyone's having a good weekend, and I hope you liked the first chapter o this story!
I'll be posting a new chapter every weekend so look forward to it :)
Chapter Two
Clary took her time walking home, liking the feeling of how the cold created a tingling effect on her lips, cheeks and nose, leaving a rosy glow which was very contrary in comparison to her usual pale complexion. Her newly-dyed violet hair and stormy blue eyes did nothing but accentuate her skin tone.
Over the fence, across the icy fields that were usually left overgrown, through the small wood where wolfs howled at night, then she was through the dark iron gate and up to the porch, where the door was opened for her by her least favourite relative. "Well it's about time." Her cousin Louise Winkler said, opening the door and stepping aside, far enough to not get snow on her new party dress. "Everyone is waiting! Goodness Clarissa, you're an adult now, be responsible for once! And violet hair? Really?"
Clary shut the door and scoffed, "Lay off, Louise. It's Christmas so try not to be such a tight-ass." The 21 year old inhaled quickly in a gasp before strutting away to the parlour and shutting the door behind her.
Pulling off her warm woollen coat, hat, mittens and scarf and putting them in the front wardrobe, Clary jumped at the sudden pressure on the back of her calve. She looked down and smiled at the large black and tanned hound that her Grandy kept for the not so often hare of fox hunt. She laughed lightly. "Oh Schwarz, you know we would start without you." She leaned to give the hound and affectionate pat. "Me on the other hand…" Clary continued, walking to the closed door and opening it, the hound at her side with her hand on its head companionably. "Come on; let's see the Christmas tree together."
She walked over to join her family at the base of the tree. "Oh Mama, it's the most beautiful tree we've ever had." Her mother Angela exclaimed, pulling the small older woman into a side hug. The tree rose to the high ceiling of the mansion's parlour room and the candle styled lights flickered with a warm and soothing glow.
"Every tree is the most beautiful we've ever had." Her Aunt Liesel exclaimed, hugging her daughter Louise from behind, much to her chagrin.
"It is certainly the tallest, Sugar Plum!" Her husband, Christian, agreed, with each hand on his wife and daughter's shoulders.
"And the widest!" Grandy Hans added.
"Can we look at our presents now, Papa?" Clary's youngest cousin Adler asked with glowing blue eyes.
"No patience." Clary said lovingly just loud enough for Schwartz and her mother to hear, and the woman nodded in agreement. Adler took his father's laugh as a yes and opened his first gift. It was a set with six soldiers, a canon and over 20 cannon balls. Adler took them out in awe and started to play with them immediately.
"Are these?" Clary reached into a box and pulled out a pair of pale pink ballet shoes, made specifically for point. "Oh my God, mum thank you." She stood and squeezed her mother in a loving and thankful embrace, before the limelight was stolen once again by Louise.
"Mama, Papa. This dress is perfect, it's stunning!" She exclaimed, holding up a bright pink dress with a sky blue sash. "I'm going to go put it on now!"
"I'm going to do my best to pass the auditions for Romeo and Juliet when I get back on campus." Clary exclaimed, slipping on her new dance shoes and doing a few pirouettes around the room on point.
"I know you will." Her mother replied, hands over her heart in pride.
"Our little ballerina." Granny Clara sighed t her husband, sipping her Sherry and remembering when she was the Prima Ballerina of her company.
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Later Loves,
Luna
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