Web followed Narcissa to the top, taking a quick look around. There was a bathroom on their immediate left. It had blue tiles and a huge spa bath. Fluffy cream towels hung on the towel racks.
"Towel racks!" exclaimed Web.
"For towels." Narcissa stated, considering how likely she could have 'MENTAL' tattoed across her forehead.
"What a novel idea!" announced Web, skipping over to inspect herself in the medium sized mirror above the clean porcelain sink. Web looked across the stairs and stared into a bedroom. She could see a bay window with a red love seat in it. The curtains were a fine cream lace that blew gently in the breeze.
"And now it's breezy'" Web muttered contemptuously to herself.
As they passed she peered around the door and into the room. The bed was a huge double king size bed (yes, it exists.) with a big plump quilt which was black with one single grey pinstripe running slightly to the left.
"Somebody's nosey." Said Narcissa edgily
Web snapped to attention- almost saluting but refraining just in time.
"Will you hurry up?" Narcissa snapped, starting up the stairs.
The stairs were lime green shagpile carpet. The railing was an orange that was probably the only orange in the whole entire universe that didn't clash with the carpet. Web placed her hand on it. It felt like jelly, and snatching her hand away to inspect it, she found it had an orange tinge that faded away after a few moments.
Web raised her eyebrows and with a slightly worried expression momentarily crossing her face, she grabbed her trunk and began hoisting it up the stairs. After five steps, Web came to a halt behind Narcissa, who was standing in front of a red door. It had another submarine window, though this one was pleasantly not stained pink. This one was a faint stain of blue and looked astonishingly like the one in the Big Brother Diary room. (kill the show, all of you. hypnotises)
"All right, you can go on ahead from here. Draco's might be surprised to see you; we didn't think we'd be getting home so early. There's another guest bedroom for you to sleep in but he can show you it. Um... a house-elf will come and tell you when dinner is ready." Narcissa's lips formed the words good luck but she didn't actually say them as she trotted down the stairs.
Web smiled despite herself, and, taking a deep breath, opened the door.
She looked out at a purple wall. The green shagpile continued as far as Web could see. On the far wall to her right was a suit of armour, although was poised in a pirouette and was wearing a pink tutu. On the far wall to her left was a window. Interestingly, you could see a clear sky with two complete fluffy clouds, the sun and a perfect rainbow through this window. Below the window was a cream vase with roses in it. The first door was shut, painted cream decorated with a red love heart. The second door was beaded and Web could partially see into it. It had a large screen TV in there and was showing repeats of Yoga classes. There were mats on the floor that looked used, and the back wall was covered in pictures of Mariah Carey. Hooked up to the TV was a big, important looking karaoke machine. The door Web could see almost directly in front of her was shut tight, but was a black door and had a decorative silver splash across it. The next door was wide open, revealing a huge walk-in-robe. Three walls of this walk-in-robe were black robes of various types, and the other wall was full of insanely colourful clothes that Web would've been quite scared to see anybody in them. The last door was shut tightly.
Web shut the door behind her and looked around mistrustfully. Seeing nobody come to greet her she ran to the first door. She flung it open. Inside were masses of stuffed toys on fluffy cream carpet. There were cream towels hanging on towel racks ("What's wrong with these people?") that were even fluffier than the ones Web had seen downstairs. In the middle of the room was a love heart-shaped cream spa bath and directly behind it, was a mirror that made up the back wall. Web adjusted her hair, pouted, did a model walk (treading on several stuffed bunnies in the process) then slapped herself out of it and tossed her trunk down. She dashed over, shut the door, then threw open the lid of her trunk. She began the search for the skimpiest mini and deepest cut top she had packed.
She settled on a mini made of delicate black material that was approximately 2cm long. Her top was a very low cut, deep red top. It had all cuts in the back, showing off some skin in a not-so-subtle way. Her top was cut in a V-shape that opened out as it continued all the way down to her belly button. She threw out her highest black stilettos (which were about 5 inches high), making her legs look longer and sexier, and a pure silver choker. She brushed her hair to perfection, and did a few struts for the stuffed toys before leaving the room.
Web walked past the room with the beaded door; there was no one in there. She continued on past the black and silver door, wanting to see what was in the room with the plain door. She threw open the door and stared in shock. The room was completely bare, with a rickety fold up bed in the comer. There was a small window near the small chest of drawers.
Web crinkled her nose in disgust. She walked in. "'So this is the guest bedroom! How WONDERFUL!" she said cantankerously, "This is the glorious, out of this world, magnificent, breathtaking bedroom I am going to stay in! Humph!" She closed her eyes and flopped down on the bed. A spring poked into her back.