"Um..what are you doing?" Stevie froze, and then turned around.
Facing her was a confused looking girl about her age, with red hair tied into two ponytails. She was wearing a dress with actual pink donuts on them. Wait. They couldn't be. They didn't sell that kind of stuff. "I.. was just. I'm the County Fair Store..Inquisitor. These chains are highly dangerous. I was just going to confiscate them. Anyway, I seem to have made a mistake. These are… not dangerous. Anyway, I gotta go. Store…managing…stuff." She improvised. And with that, she dropped the chains on the floor and vanished.
She didn't even notice the girl next to the redhead.
Stevie stumbled into the alley. In a hurry, she hadn't planned where she had wanted to go. So she had ended up in Nadine's house. It was those types of large and classy Victorian houses that were run down. It kind of looked like a house out of a horror movie. It was on its own, and you couldn't see a neighbor in sight. As a child, Stevie had always heard stories about how Nadine had come to inherit this house. Nadine's father was rich before he passed away, and she, being the preferred child of the family had gained most of his possessions. She wasn't a wizard, and had no idea her children could perform magic of any kind. Parts of the house were crumbling. It was a wreck. It had been since Stevie's father; Ben Nichols had been murdered in this very house. His magical power had been forced from him to double the magical level of the murderer. When the power had been released by Ben Nichols, part of the house had been affected.
Maybe Stevie could, you know, just turn up. That wasn't such a bad idea, right? If anything went wrong, she could always erase her mother's mind.
She got up some courage and knocked on the door twice.
"Coming!" a voice that did not sound like Nadine at all drifted through the gaps in the rickety wooden door.
The door creaked open and was greeted by Nadine, all dressed up, wide red mouth in a smile. And then no more, Miss Happy.
She crossed her arms. "What are you doing here? Thought you were fine on your own. Now you've decided to come running back to me? Have you realized that I can look after you better than you brother?" She barked, a mixture of spit and red lipstick flying at Stevie.
The sound of footsteps came towards them. "Oh, you must be Vicky's daughter! Come in! Come in!" An elderly woman with blonde hair tied into a bun guided them into the living room. The many diamonds around her throat jangled as she walked.
"Sit down, Sophie."
Sophie? Well, of course Nadine had told that woman all about her. Not.
Wait. Who was Vicky?
Stevie asked the blonde woman this.
Stevie stood next to the fireplace, eyes wide open with shock. From what she had found out, her mother was a famous model from France and modeled for Givenchy. "I am never buying clothes from them ever again" Her agent, Margaret was taking her back to ""Pareeee!" Fake accent much?" Well, good riddance. She didn't need "Vicky Laurent". She never did.
When they left with mountains of luggage, not that Stevie had helped them of course, Stevie took out her wand from her right boot and pointed it at the door. There was a "click" sound as the door locked. Stevie ran up the marble staircase in the familiar yet unfamiliar house. Even when she had lived here, she had always stayed in her bedroom.
"Are you kidding me?" Stevie grumbled as her door opened. So she had expected her untouched room to be a little dusty, but this? She coughed as she used her wand to clear the dust in front of her. She muttered a few words as she pointed her wand at the four corners of her room. Immediately, the old chandelier's lights flicked on and the dust vanished. The bed made itself and the wallpaper peeled back into place. Stevie saw the beer bottles surrounding her bed. Obviously Na-Vicky had been coming into her room while she had been gone. She grabbed the bottles and tossed them out of the window.
Stevie lay down on her bed and looked at the ceiling. She needed to get on with her life, to settle down. Maybe school seemed like a good idea. She just needed to perfect excuse to get herself into detention.
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