Chapter Three-
The heavy dog sat on Lena excitedly as the car drove for only a minute or so more. A few turns were taken, and Lena had no idea where they had gone, since she was on the floor with a large animal on top of her.
She heard the sound of a level driveway for a minute or so, the car finally stopping, the the doors opening on their own. Gracie jumped out, walking to the door, baking with her muzzle in the air as if to introduce the arrival or royalty. Lena glanced around. She couldn't make out the appearance of the house in the dark, but she did note they were in the middle of a bare forest. She quickly followed her uncle to meet the new found relatives.
Meanwhile. Ridley dramatically labored as she brought the suitcases from the trunk, acting as if they were going to crush her body. "Jeez, a little help?!" she hissed, but they ignored her. They both knew she would try her Siren powers on them to get out of the heavy-lifting. Suddenly, they were facing the black shadow that was the house.
Lena stood behind Macon as her instinctive stood in front of her protectively.
"Sirius?" the whisper of a question floated into the silent night air.
The double doors of the house opened, slamming against the outside walls of the house.
"Macon?" a surprised voice said, a light turning on inside the doorway.
Sirius currently had snow blond hair that was slicked back with hair product, pale skin, and the trademark golden eyes of a dark caster. Lena immediately thought it was Carlisle Cullen from The Twilight Saga come to life. She had a white turtleneck, dark off-brown khakis, a black belt, and regular dress shoes. He quickly strode out to his cousin, hugging him. For once in her life, Lena watched as Macon returned the hug back to Sirius with even more affection than he had given him.
Carlisle let go, examining Lena as he walked over to hug her. "How're you, kiddo?" he said, sounding like any of those totally cool uncles that the kids always liked more than their dad on the old 90's sitcoms.
"Good" she replied as he went to go greet Ridley.
"Oh- and Macon!" he called as he was about to enter to house. "Keep it down- Celest fell back to sleep!" he said happily, lifting a suitcase for Ridley.
Lena was too tired to really take note of the house- only the walls and doors that led her to her destination. She followed right behind Macon, with Ridley on her tail. Ridley eventually turned into another hall and claimed a chair in different room, while Lena was so tired along with her uncle, they both collapsed onto the bed.
She curled up next to her uncle, and he smiled.
Just like old times.
Shoutout to Fogs of Gray for those Macon/Lena fluff fics that are referenced in this.
God- this is so short...but I was too amped up on my sad music for the next chapter to write a super-happy meet n' greet.