Venturing

Laylyni sighed. Her whole world was slowly piecing itself together. Keyword being slowly. Slow just didn't role with her. But what more could she do? Nothing. Rubbing her aching temples she sighed again and pulled he bangs from her face by clipping them back. So why was she in Paris? Her Aunt Eleri had called her asking her to come over. Eleri was one of those women who were unaffected by the magic world and kept in muggle roots she'd gotten from her late husband, Ethan. Eleri was now 87 and too old to "clean out her attic" and since Laylyni would be doing nothing until she got another lead she decided he may as well do whatever the hell she wanted. Florentine was still in her school safely in her third year and Arine.... Hot tears stung her eyes in remembrance of why she'd become a witch hunter. Looking over she slowly approached a house covered in vines her hands searched for the handle burrowed beneath green vines. Eleri was quite old and perhaps she lived in a house protected and shrouded by vines? It was possible. Reaching for the doorknob, which she found. she gently twisted the doorknob and pushed the door to open. Sticking her head in briefly she paused against the thought and instead reached into her carry-on purse for her stake.

"Hello?" She called out into the pitch darkness of the house one hand clutching her stake the other reaching for her pocket gun.

Catherine had been in a rather foul mood when she left her house two hours previously. Her father had been reprimanding her for handing a piece of bread to some of the muggles he and her brother keep locked up in the cellar. They had gotten into a rather violent fight, which ended in her being ordered to stay at the Flat in Paris given to her by her mother on her Seventeenth birthday. She had quickly gotten restless in the rather spacious apartment, and had quickly left to just take a walk, guitar in hand.

It was then that she found an old house covered in vines. She had felt oddly at peace upon coming closer, and had gently knocked on the door and waited. After hearing no reply, she twisted the knob and pushed the door open, a small smile fluttering across her face. The house, though it seemed as if it hasn't been lived in for quite some time, still had that warm and cozy feeling that you get when entering a familiar surrounding. She was busy exploring when the door creaked open once more. She abruptly turned around, wand in hand.

"Oh, hi." She greeted sheepishly. "Is this your place?" She would never wish harm upon anyone, but she wouldn't hesitate to defend herself either.