Authoress' notes- I do not own any of these characters except Circe. Don't sue me, I don't have any money it would be a waste of your time. And my lawyer kicks butt...

After a few moments the door opened, revealing an agitated blonde teenager in jeans. "May I speak to the owner of this house?" inquired the figure quietly. The girl shrugged. "Sure. Follow me." She held the door open for the figure, who stepped into the warm house, then closed it. She led the figure through the well-lit stone passageways, making sure not to step too close to the figure. Something seemed wrong with the air around that long, black cloak. It seemed to repel light and make the air shimmer slightly. And the figure moved in a way that wasn't quite human, making absolutely no noise.
They finally reached the right door and the teenaged girl stopped and knocked. A voice called, "Yes?" She leaned in closer to the door and called, "Someone wants to talk to you." There was a pause. "Send them in, Juliet." She opened the door, and then closed it after the figure had swept inside. She walked down the halls back to the kitchen, shuddering. She felt sorry for arty. He'd have to deal with that creep.