Click. Click. Click. Click.
The pair of high-heeled boots clicked audibly against the cobbled path that led from the guesthouse to the manor. The feet ran agitatedly as they got caught in the long cloak that swished near them. The rain poured heavily, causing the mascara on Talia's face to run down her cheeks. The smile that shone across her face proved she didn't care. She was finally in control of her life, and the person who prevented it was no longer her concern.
She wanted to show off the green halter-top and black mini-skirt she and Narcissa Malfoy had purchased earlier that day, but found her brother to have left the guesthouse for his flat. As she ran back, one particularly loud boom of thunder caused her to jump. She could have sworn she saw a figure move past the window, but then remembered that was impossible. She hugged her cloak tighter around her body and quickly entered the manor.
She shuddered again as she removed her cloak and squeezed out her dripping wet hair. Talia glanced around at the dimly lit study and noticed how fresh it smelled. The air was devoid of tobacco and alcohol and was pleasing. She threw her wet cloak over the tall chair that rested near her computer and headed for the library. A little giggle escaped her throat as she walked through the library and noted that not a book was out of place. The lounge was shrouded in darkness, which Talia found odd. She tried lighting the lamps, but found it difficult.
As soon as she stopped trying, the lights came up and Talia gasped. A red, Victorian-style armchair faced her. The occupant of the chair took a sip of the red wine from the glass they held. A calm, resonating voice cooed. "Good evening, Talia. I've been expecting you."
Notes from the author:
Who is in the chair?
Why did it shock Talia?
Did she get her halter-top on SALE?
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