Guess who's not dead!
"Alfred, we have trouble." was the last thing the blonde hair man said before grabbing Alfred's arm and dragging him across the hall. They ran through a large wooden door that had "Practice Room' painted in bright blue letters. Toris started, making his way to the door when Ella grabbed him by the arm.
"Wait! This is our chance, Peter!" she said, still holding onto the white sleeve. Toris, remembering the mission at hand, turned around.
"Alright then. What should we do? It's not like we can just snoop around without getting caught. There are others here, aren't there?" Ella gave him a mischievous grin, giving Toris a bad feeling.
"Of course we can snoop, silly! We're children, and if we're caught, what are they gonna do? Throw us in the dungeon?"
And that is exactly what happened.
()()()
After sending the children off, Arthur felt a pang of nostalgia hit him. He was home (or rather, he was a few thousand feet away from it) and the sight of the mansion reminded the magician of many things. Having no intention of following his "children" into the house, Arthur decided to investigate the small shopping alley nearby. He was taken aback by how little the area had changed, almost as if it were stuck in time.
The smell of fresh bread was the first thing he noticed, as Arthur walked past the old bakery he used to go to when he was a boy. As he continued walking, images of his childhood went through his mind as he walked past all kinds of homely shops. At the end of the road, was a flower shop called "Waltz". There were many brightly colored flowers at the front, and Arthur could see many more through the window. It didn't seem that the shop was open, so he didn't bother trying the door. His eyes wandered towards the inside of the shop, and the magician soon found himself pressing his head against the window. Many memories, both pleasant and painful, were made inside this shop and it made Arthur's body feel heavy. He then noticed on the counter, next to the old fashioned register, a clear vase of white lilies. Arthur's eyes widened, his mind tracing back to the one memory that he did not want to remember. The day his precious lily flower was taken away from him…
()()()
Toris found himself in quite the predicament. After parting ways with Alfred, Ella decided it was the right time to look through the bedrooms of every family member in the household. There were many doors, but only six of them had nameplates- one of which belonging to Arthur. The room next to it was Scott's and since he already had a clue, they decided to investigate in there first. Unfortunately for the two, as soon as Ella opened the door she was greeted by the redheaded man himself, shirtless. Since Scott was a man of no mercy for anyone other than his own family, the children were immediately thrown into a prison-like basement downstairs.
Toris's small arms were hugging his legs as he sat in the corner of the dark room. The only source of light was a small torch next to a small wooden door that Scott had thrown them through.
"…Well-"
"I know, I know! You don't need to tell me." Ella shouted, pacing back and forth. "I hadn't expected him to be changing in there!" Toris looked up and saw Ella's red face by the fire. He couldn't help but smile and say,
"You…really are a pure girl." which sounded a little odd coming from a young boy's mouth. After giving her "brother" a what-for, Ella suddenly turned- hearing the sound of the doorknob turning from the other side. The door opened, revealing a young man who looked a lot like Alfred, but gave off a calmer aura instead. His hair was a bit longer as well, and he wore a tan jacket. At his side, was what seemed to be a polar bear.
"Um… It's time for dinner?"
I know this is late but let me give my excuse first! I was really trying to figure out just how to write this part but each time I wrote it I couldn't figure out how to continue from there. Very sorry. Don't expect too much after this though.