Lenor Mansion, 10:55pm
Elana was pacing frantically. Moments ago, she’d flown in through their attic window, which was her usual way of entering the Lenor home since Amana never opened the door for her willingly, unless of course -- Jaleth was home. The foyer of Lenor Mansion was where Elana was waiting for her brother now, idly fidgetting with her hands as she paced. It was almost 11 o’clock and it was unusual to Elana that Jaleth hadn’t come home yet and she was panicking.
It had been a month since Hogwarts was torn to shreds by those who were fighting for the name Williams and taken over the premises. One month today, Elana thought, and only two weeks since her sister-in-law, Jaleth’s wife, Amana, was killed. The images of Amana’s untimely and unfortunate death were etched in the younger Lenor’s mind, of course, a morbid painting splattered vividly as a reminder of that fateful night. She found herself nervously chewing on her nails as she frantically walked about, standing in the entryway of the Lenor household. Trying to keep her mind off of the mania, Elana’s eyes searched the room to find some sort of distraction from her frightened mind.
Photos of Jaleth and Amana were scattered about, mostly with Amana’s family and friends, little to almost none of Jaleth’s side of the family. Narrowing her eyes a bit, Elana realized now that she was going to find another distraction as this one she was trying was actually making her a bit angry. That bitch wouldn’t have it any other way, Elana grumbled, Amana was trying to take Jaleth away from the family for good, but she was gone now, and good riddance. It wasn’t a good thing, to speak ill of the dead, but Elana had a passionate hatred for her sister-in-law; she was finding it difficult consoling her mourning brother without wanting to break out in praise or laughter even. As much as she loved her brother, she hated him with all her might for not only what he’d done to her best friend Kara (ruined her life, mostly) but for what he was doing to the family: trying to separate himself from them by marrying that trashy old witch.
No more distractions were found. Their home was vast but sparse at the same time, ironically enough. Amana was a very materialistic woman, Elana knew, and her means of interior design for their home was little-to-nothing at a time, unless of course she was decorating her own closet which was the fullest, most colorful and up-do-date room full of fashion. Ugh, Elana rolled her eyes as she thought of it. She could just spit on the clothes and be satisfied as it was.
And then, to her surprise, a doorknob turned.