- Fri Dec 23, 2016 3:24 pm
"Thank you," Nadia said quietly after Damien unlocked the door. She watched him expectantly, waiting for him to step inside and make sure it was clear, but he never did. He simply said he was apprehensive about entering. "And you think I'm not?!" her head screamed, but on the outside the young woman merely nodded and chewed back her lip, her weight shifting to her back foot as she played absent mindedly with her nails. Taking a deep breath and releasing it, she turned stiffly towards the door and apprehensively reached her hand out for the handle, gripping it and placing her thumb over the lever, but before she could push it down and push the door open, she quickly withdrew her hand. It hung limply by her side before she crossed her arms against her body, shivering slightly.
Sure, she had told Damien that they didn't know where she lived, but what if...what if they had somehow found out from her mum? What then? They could be in there waiting, and she was wandless. She would be dead or someone would take off with her, and Damien was all the way over near the street. Chewing back her lip, she turned slowly, staring over at Damien. Her ankle wobbled before she put her weight down a little more evenly. She had to go ask him. She was trembling, and her breathing felt constricted. She couldn't do this. She couldn't cry...not now. Damn it! She bit her lip a little harder, wincing slightly before putting one foot in front of the other and heading for Damien.
Walking felt like floating, the way her thoughts were so distracted, but soon enough she was by Damien's side. She stared at him nervously for a few moments, shifting her weight and looking down at her hands. "Damien?" She glanced up at him for a second, but quickly looked back to the house and then to him again. "Nevermind," she said quietly before walking back to the house. Her walk was slow at first but picked up speed as she burst through the door, slinging it open. She stopped as she entered the entry way to take a deep breath.
She held it and listened, looking around before letting it out. Her eyes fell on the multitude of family pictures that hung on the wall above the sofa table, and she had to quickly look away, blinking before turning heel and heading left, all the way up the stairs to her bedroom on the right at the top of the staircase. She walked in, taking a good look as though trying to memorize it before grabbing a suitcase and using a packing spell to fit some sweats and t-shirts and jeans into it. She doubted she'd need much more than that, but she did pack a nice dress and shoes to match. Sure, she'd probably not need it, but maybe, just maybe, she'd like to look pretty just for herself, to make herself feel special. She packed her mascara and deodorant and underwear and her journals as well as the diamond earrings her father gave her for her eighteenth birthday and a pearl necklace her grandmother had given her. She then changed from her dress into a pair of shorts and a tank and some tennis shoes and she was done.
On her way out, she stopped to grab a few pictures, having to set her suitcase on the sofa table and stuff them in after taking them out of their frames. A few moments later, and she was before Damien, not sure what to say, so she merely looked at him somberly.