Hey everyone here's another chapter glad you guys are enjoying.

Later that day Spencer's father was sitting on the couch waiting for his daughter. It was getting late and he was starting to worry. He heard his cell phone ring in the kitchen and rushed to get it hooping it was her.

"Spencer," He answered.

"No um its Lib and Greg, is Spence there I haven't been able to get a hold of her all day. We tried calling her and her phones off we texted her a million times and it's not like her to not text us back."

"She hasn't texted you all day?"

"Well the last text she sent was to Greg then since then she hasn't texted either of us back is something wrong is she hurt?"

He heard a high pitched male voice say 'Oh my god Spencer's hurt,'

"I don't know yet be quiet, sorry Mr. Montgomery what's going on?"

"I haven't seen Spencer since she left for school today, and she hasn't called me."

"Well can you call us if anything happens?"

"Of course,"

At the manor Spencer sat in the room staring at the wall. She was starting to get hungry and she was still locked in the room. She walked to the door and put her ear to it.

"Hey can someone let me out I'm starving," She said hoping someone would hear. The door opened slowly. "Thank you,"

Spencer walked down the house looking at all the paintings she stopped at one of a beautiful blonde woman with blue eyes.

"What are you looking at you filthy muggle." The woman in the painting snapped.

"God sorry," She said walking away before stopping at another painting of the guy who lived here standing behind beautiful blonde woman sitting in a chair and a boy who couldn't have been more than ten with his platinum blonde hair slicked back standing next to the woman. "Can you guys talk to?" They didn't answer her. "I'm talking to a painting and expecting it to talk back I've lost my fucking mind."

She studied the man in the painting he was different than the man that was trapped in this house today. He looked like such a snob, the man now looked kind of broken. It made her sad to think about.

Spencer walked down the stairs and into the room she'd passed out in. She looked up at the painting.

"Hi," She said smiling up at him. He looked down at her with a smirk.

"Hello, my dear."

"Don't worry I'm not gonna pass out this time, I'm getting used to talking paintings."

"That's good to know," He drawled.

"Um this is a little embarrassing but what's your son's name?"

"He didn't tell you himself,"

"Well it didn't come up when he was in the process of locking me into the room."

"Hm,"

"So can you tell me?"

"Yes,"

"Are you going to tell me?" She said after a long pause.

"No, he'll tell you in time."

"Well will you tell me why my cell phone broke?"

"It's a muggle device; it'll short out around magic which this house is surrounded by,"

"Great so I have no contact with the outside world,"

"Do what we do write a letter,"

"Ha you're funny but seriously how the hell am I going to talk to my dad and friends."

"Write them a letter,"

"Fuck, ok well I'm gonna get some food I'm starving, nice talking to you."

"Likewise,"

Spencer walked into the kitchen to see Tabby cooking.

"Hello miss," The small elf said with a big smile.

"Hi Tabby, whatcha cookin'?"

"Chicken fettuccine with artichoke hearts,"

"Smells great,"

"Thank you miss,"

"You don't have to keep calling me that you can call me Spencer."

"Miss. Spencer,"

"No you can just call me Spencer,"

"Forgive me miss but isn't Spencer a boy's name?"

"Yes but my mom was expecting a boy and she didn't want to change my name so Spencer Elizabeth Montgomery I am. I have no idea why she didn't just make my first name Elizabeth but I have it on very good authority that she was a bitch."

"Would you mind telling me about your mother miss?"

"Well she never really cared about me and then when I was about thirteen she and my dad divorced then she moved away. I haven't spent much time with her since then it's just kind of been me and my dad. He's probably freaking out right now."

"Tabby is dinner ready," They heard the familiar drawl as the blonde man stepped into the room. "What are you doing down here?" He said looking to the brunette standing across the room.

"You didn't lock the door," She said pointing upstairs.

"I see," He said walking over to her. "Is everything to your liking?" Lucius asked as calmly as possible, he had to learn to accept her it was the only way.

"It's ok,"

"Is there something wrong with it?" He said edge in his voice.

"No,"

"Do you need anything?"

"No, I'm going to go up to my room," She said before turning and walking away. Lucius made sure the door was closed before throwing a glass against the wall.

"Why is she being so difficult?" He snarled.

"Give her time master she just lost her entire life all in one day,"

"I don't have time, I want to get out of here."

"Try getting to know her, miss Spencer seems like a lovely girl."

"Spencer?"

"Yes master that's her name,"

"I can't get to know someone that stubborn,"

"Just try, maybe she likes books you could show her the library,"

"Maybe, call her down to dinner when you're done I'm going to get a drink,"

"Yes Master,"

By the time Tabby came up and told her dinner was ready her stomach felt like it was going to eat itself. She stepped down the stairs and saw the man sitting at the table. His hair was pulled back with a ribbon and he was wearing a crisp white shirt and a green vest over it. God why did he have to be so damn hot? She thought suddenly feeling insecure that she was wearing her prep school uniform and had her hair in a messy pony tail.

"Are you just going to stand there or are you going to join me for dinner?"

"Sorry," She said snapping out of her daze and sitting down. "I day dream a lot,"

"I can tell," He drawled as Tabby brought out some salad.

"So I've been here almost all day and you haven't once told me your name," She said stabbing her salad forcefully.

"My name is Lucius,"

"Lucius I've heard some pretty weird names but that by far is the weirdest, but any who I'm Spencer,"

"Spencer? Interesting,"

"If you're wondering my mother wanted a boy," She said forcing a smile. If she was going to do this she'd have to be as civil as possible. "So have you lived in London your whole life?"

"Yes, I have. Where do you come from?"

"I used to live in California, near Santa Barbra."

"How long have you lived in London?"

"About a week my dad moved me here,"

"You don't have a mother," He inquired looking at her.

"I really wouldn't call her a mother,"

"So she's alive,"

"Oh yeh she's very alive she's just not in my life, so tell me about yourself Lucius do you have a wife or kids."

"My wife left me and my son is a spoiled brat who is using my money wasting his time at some prep school."

"I'm sorry he must be hot, though."

"How do you know that?"

"Well look at you and that painting in the other room, I mean he's got some odds in his favor of being hot."

"You Americans aren't shy are you?"

"Actually most of them are total prudes,"

Lucius didn't know whether she was flirting with him or not. If she was she was making it obvious but maybe she was just paying him a compliment.

"So how old are you?" Spencer asked.

"Thirty-eight,"

"I would've guessed thirty-two,"

"You would've been wrong,"

"Yeh I know, I've always been pretty good at guessing age though especially with the prostie tots,"

"Prostie tots?"

"Twelve year old girls who dress like prostitutes,"

"I see," He drawled. Her honesty and bluntness was inappropriate yet oddly refreshing.

"Sorry I'm not the best with conversation,"

"It's alright I haven't met any girls like you before, and it's refreshing," Lucius said smirking at her.

After dinner Lucius stood.

"I have something to show you,"

"Ok," Spencer said standing and following him up the stairs. He led her into a room and opened the door. Her jaw dropped it was a library filled with books. She stepped into the room and started browsing the shelves.

"Do you like it?" Lucius asked hesitantly.

"This is amazing,"

"I didn't take you as one who read,"

"I love reading, since I could read I've been addicted."

"Well you can spend as much time in here as you want." He said watching as she turned her head to him her bright emerald eyes sparkling and a beautiful smile on her face.

"Thank you,"

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