"You need to get out more, Kenny," Catherine sighed, turning to her younger sister. Kendall rose an eyebrow, looking up from the papers she was grading. "I mean, it doesn't rain here as often it did in Manchester! You need to get out love," the blonde frowned at her. Kendall grunted, "I don't know anyone here, and you should be happy to." She practically grinned at the horrified expression on Catherine's face.
"Don't remind me of the terror you were."
Kendall grinned, "Was I that bad?" She knew she was horrible, she still kind of was, even at 19. "Kenny you set up fireworks around the dorm circle, at 2 A.M. And in front of one of your teachers house. And that wasn't even your full senior prank," Catherine frowned at her sister, then at the papers, and continued folding laundry.
"That was fun," she smiled fondly at the memory.
"The actual prank was hilarious! Man, I wish you could've been there!" Catherine scoffed, turning up the baby monitor on the side table, "No thanks. I was too busy, you know, getting married."
Kendall remembered her sisters wedding, well, some of it. Despite being underaged in England (she was 16, the age of drinking was 18) she had still gotten drunk from the wine. She remembered her sister walking down the aisle, her brother-in-law smiling at her happily, almost crying at the sight of his newly wedded wife.
She would be lying if she said she didn't cry a bit. But the party was the main thing she didn't remember. However, she definitely remembered the hang-over the next day. "Yeah, I remember. I got pissed," Kendall went back to grading papers.
"So, are you going to get out or not?"
"I'll think about it."
"Keennnnnyyy, you can't be inside all the time."
Her only response was to laugh, "Yes I can." "Why are you so difficult?" Kendall shrugged. Catherine stood up, "That's it, I'm kicking you out of the house." Looking up at her sister, she rose an eyebrow, "I have papers to grade." Catherine pointed her finger towards the door, "Out." Sighing, she got up, knowing she will not win.
Stretching, she began walking towards the door, slipping on her shoes. "You can at least put your things away first," Catherine scowled at her. Kendall rolled her eyes, "Yes mum." Pointing a finger, she twirled it and a blue hue rose around the papers she was grading, making them disappear with a poof.
Grabbing her pair of keys, she stuffed them in her pocket. "Bye then." Kendall exited the house before allowing her sister to reply. The sun blinded her, and she moved her hand over eyes to keep the sun out.
A little whine came out when the sun hit her skin, warming it, she wanted to stay inside the cool air conditioned house. Even though fall was coming soon, it was hot. Not that she didn't really mind, England was always depressing.
Kendall had nowhere to go. She hadn't taken the time to really explore places in her new town, she'd only been at the park and a small cafe. She guessed she could hide there.
Her eyes scanned boredly around the small cafe, currently she stood at the counter buying a chocolate croissant. Kendall couldn't help but think how strange the town was. The people were weird and erratic. Endsville was filled with monsters, demons, ghost, spiders and just downright havoc.
Why Catherine would move here, no idea. She guessed it was because of a broken heart, Catherine never made such weird decisions unless she was in mourning.
When Kendall went to get a seat, she spot a woman reading a book, a familiar book. Her favourite in fact, "What are you looking at?" The woman looked up at her, she had blond hair that looked like devil horns, a black headband, black eyes. She was wearing a pink shirt and a black long skirt. And strangely, she had no nose.
"You're book."
"What about it?" her voice sounded bored and she looked annoyed with Kendall. "It's my favourite," she replied. The girl stood straighter, looking at her completely now, "Mines too. The best part is the murder scenes." Kendall smiled, and invited herself to sit in front of the girl, who looked annoyed at her action but didn't address it.
"I like Carl's breakdown. Someone really needs to help him," she sighed. The woman nodded, the frown still on her face, "Shame how everyone thinks that the one who adopts animals is the murderer and not the man who makes cracks about his meat during dinner."
"You know he's coming with a new book out," Kendall told the woman. "So I heard, it's about a carnival, right?" the woman asked. "Yeah, it's about these people who get trapped in a carnival, I don't know how it'll work out," Kendall shrugged.
"Well, knowing the author I'm sure it'll be okay," the woman replied, marking her place in the book.
The two chatted about the authors books, and the discussion eventually went to the town and how long the woman (whose name she had learned to be was Mandy) lived there.
"I would say it's weird that you know Nergal and his family and then you met me but I've experienced weirder," Mandy said to Kendall when she told her who she lived next to. "You know them?" she asked, Mandy sighed, almost as if it was a dumb question.
"My boyfriend is they're nephew. Plus Nergal Junior and I dated once when we were much, much younger," she answered almost boredly.
"You dated your boyfriends cousin?"
"It was more of an accident really, he gave me a card from someone else and I accepted the invitation on the card. But it was mainly to pity him against Billy's friend, Irwin, who had an unhealthy obsession with me," she explained. "That's rather... I'm not sure to say mean or clever," Kendall furrowed her eyebrows.
Mandy shrugged, "It was easy, Junior is a pushover and Irwin had an undying love for me, it was easy to get them to fight over me."
Kendall decided to go with mean.
The due talked a bit more, Mandy about her relationships or people in the town, and about the town itself (she was rude about it) and Kendall the same. "Billy sounds stupid," Kendall replied to Mandy's telling her of her boyfriend. "He's a major moron," Mandy agreed.
Eventually they got to the topic of goals, Kendall shared hers with Mandy, leaving out any parts of magic. She thought Mandy wouldn't be afraid of it, but she rather not tell that to someone she had just met.
"A teacher? You don't seem the type to be a teacher," Mandy commented. "I would never be a teacher, children are horrible."
"Trust me, I'm not. But it's for a different form of education then what you probably received."
"You make it sound dirty." Kendall laughed slightly at that.
