Mum had just put the quiches in the oven,
"Is that my magazine sweetie? Thank you!" She took the cooking magazine out of my hands and flipped through to the weekly recipes, "Ooh! Chocolate mousse, I must make that," She said to herself, I left her to it and went upstairs.
I took the necklace out from underneath my shirt and fingered the violin peg, turning it over in my hands, then I saw it, a word, inscribed onto the stem of the peg (AN: Dunno what else to call it). The word 'Language'.
"Hmm… What's this?" I asked myself, studying the swirling letters.
Half an hour later
Thalia's POV
I knocked on the door. Oh God, I hoped that I could be friendlier with Rosalie this time around. She was just so hard to get along with.
"ROSALIE!" I heard Aunt Sophia, Rosalie's mum, shout through the door, "Answer the door! I have to take the quiches out of the oven!" I clutched my bag tighter, I loved Sophia's quiches! Rosalie answered the door, a pained smile plastered on her face, she didn't want to see me, I knew.
"Bonjour!" she said brightly, and then gabbled something in a foreign language that I didn't understand. It sounded like a French person on a sugar rush, she was talking so fast.
"What?!" I was VERY confused.
The Guardian of Language finally discovering her talents! She thinks she's speaking English! Anyway. Please review and still asking any G.M.A.D. members who want to be in the story to PM me! Thank you for reading.
Sapphire363.