Door 12

"I still can't believe you made me come." Montague mumbled while he walked behind Angelina and the children. Angelina didn't even respond to him, she merely took another look at her list to see what else they needed for the biscuits.

She had sent her parents an owl, asking them if they could make the biscuits there at the next day. Of course they had agreed immediately. They were happy to see their daughter again since she had barely written them since she stayed with Montague.

Emily was looking around in the street. She was watching the people walking by, the windows of the shops and suddenly her attention was caught by a small grey fur ball on the other side of the street.

She took advantage of Angelina not holding her hand to tight that moment and ran across the street towards the small kitten. She didn't even hear Angelina calling out for her anymore. Nor did she see the cart that was moving towards her.

Luckily for her Montague did see it. He ran across the street and pulled her away just in time before the cart passed them.

Angelina felt Samuel's hand holding hers tightly and when she finally managed to move her eyes away from the scene on the other side of the street and look down at Samuel's face, she saw the fear in his eyes.

"Come." She said and cleared her throat when she heard how shaking her voice sounded. She took one look in each direction to make sure that there wasn't another cart or something else coming and hurried towards where Montague kneed with Emily and ground.

"Emily, are you alright?" Angelina asked worriedly as soon as they reached them. Emily smiled up at her as though nothing had happened.

"Isn't she cute?" She asked and held the small kitten up for Angelina to look at. Angelina didn't even know what to respond. Samuel was still staring wide eyed at his sister.

"Emmy…"

"Did nobody ever tell you that you can't just run across the street?" Montague asked her but it didn't sound angry at all, Angelina noticed. He sounded rather… relieved that nothing had happened.

"Emily, Sam, stay here for a moment." Angelina told the siblings and went to ask the shopkeeper for some cinnamon. Just when she was about to return to the children a woman turned to her.

"You have a really cute daughter."

Angelina looked at Emily and smiled slowly.

"Yes, she is cute, but she isn't my daughter."

"Oh, excuse me, I thought you and the young man were married. I didn't…" The woman said and looked again at Emily. While Angelina tried not to look to disturbed at the woman's comment about her and Montague being married.

"No, they aren't his children either. Sam and Emily are orphans. They stay with us until Christmas, then they'll return to the orphanage."

"That's sad. Such a cute girl should have a home." The woman said and left Angelina alone again.

When Virginia Summer came home that afternoon, the first thing she did was feed her two darlings: Sweetie and Cutie, two Yorkshire Terriers which could only be told apart by the colour of the bow they had in their hair. Sweetie was wearing a pink one and Cutie an orange bow.

When the dogs were feed, Virginia walked into the living room. She made sure that the dresses on the porcelain dolls she collected were without any wrinkles before she sat down next to her husband on the couch and started on her recent hobby: decorative stitching.