When she comes back home late that night, it's a mess all around. A suitcase is in the parlor, with a big black coat on top, and she can hear loud voices from the kitchen.
« That's ridiculous honey, you don't have to go. » says Hilda, firmly.
Zelda arrives, and is baffled by the scene in front of her.
Hilda stands in front of Rhiannon, Ambrose is brooding in a corner, and Sabrina is on the floor, at the girl's feet.
« Zelda, could you please explain why you expelled our guest ? » Ambrose asks, and all the faces turn towards Zelda.
« I… »
« That's ridiculous. » says Hilda again. « What did the poor girl do ? Where did you think she would go ? I'm so fed up with you Zelda, this house is not only yours, and we want Rhiannon to stay. I really don't… »
« Fine, whatever. » cuts Zelda before lighting a cigarette. She sights and rubs her temple with a perfectly manicured finger. « Can I just have some tea now, Hilda? »
Hilda nods, and pours a cup that she gives with a smile, before grabbing Rhiannon by the shoulders.
« Come on love, we'll put your stuffs back and then, time to bed alright? »
The girl bows her head slightly and follows, without a glance for Zelda who is still near the door. Again, Zelda feels that weird pang.
Sabrina gets off the floor, and shyly hugs her aunt. She doesn't need to ask, she saw several times in Zelda's eyes the same insecurity and fear Harvey had in his before he asked her to go out with him. Sabrina isn't sure how Rhiannon managed to carve a way to Zelda's heart in only a month, but she definitely thinks it's better than Father Blackwood, even though she could never tell that to her aunt.
Ambrose is the only one left with Zelda at that point. She sips her tea carefully, knowing that the warlock will say something. She raises an eyebrow at him, and he smiles sadly.
« I don't know what happened, but if you think hurting her will smooth your own pain, Aunt Zelda, you're more damaged than I thought. »
« Why, thank you, that's the… »
« I don't mean to pry, but she's probably in love with you, I can sometimes see it in her aura, when she looks at you, it sparkles. » he adds, smirking.
Zelda's cup crashes on the floor.
« That's impossible. »
« Believe what makes you sleep, Aunt Zee… » and he exits the room with a wink.
Zelda sights again, it's becoming a habit she doesn't like. With a twitch of her wrist, the broken cup vanishes. She finishes her cigarette, before sitting and taking an other one. Luckily for her, cancer is not a witch disease, she's been smoking a lot since the troublesome girl arrived.
Granted, she's not that bad, but still.