Vainglory Estate

IT'S A BIG FCKING HOUUUUUUUUUUSE

Amanda walked down the trees looking around herself in confusion. Her eyes were wide and curious, like Alice's[No. Not the new one. The good ole fashioned on.] She had quickly went home brushing her hair straight and had put on a pair of darker jeans with no holes or anything- her best pair. She also wore a pair of worn out black Converse, and a navy blue t-shir with rainbow colors music notes on it. Her hair was pulled back in a think, plaid, yellow and black headband. Blushing insanely, she knocked on the door for her... boyfriend's? comfort.

NICE WAY TO MEET THE FOLKS. EH?

And the man that opened the door was not Wallace, but his father. His father was a tall man, appearing about 30 or so, with chiseled features, as though he had been carved out of marble. He had the same, golden-blonde hair as his son, and his eyes were shimmering cerulean. "May I help you?" he asked.

And this was purple prose done on purpose. 8|

Amanda half smiled at him, then spoke in a nervous, stuttering tone, "H-hiya, sir. I'm Wallace's ..." His what?! "Girlfriend! I was wondering if he was here?"

Oh, did I mention the plethora of bishie sparkles?

"Oh, sure, I think he's in the game room right now! It's just upstairs, take a left, then right at the end of the hall, and it's the door on the right." He stepped out of the way, smiling brightly.

Amanda thankfully smiled at the man, Found the looks factor in the family, "Thank-you very much sir, have a good day!" Amanda ran in to the maze of the house.


Up left right... right! Up left right right... Up left right right...

Wallace was NOT in said room. He was wandering around looking for Farley to ask him to help set up Mouse Trap. Because, for some reason, Wallace could never figure it out himself. It was those ball bearings...

Five minutes and a half later, Amanada was at the last turn. She began to think aloud. "Door on the left... or right... Either wrong one could be bad... 50 50 chance... I'll choose door number... Wait... Was it up left left right? I must have gone the wrong way..." Amanda said, her voice sounding like she was very high up on Cloud Nine. "Well, taking a chance..." Amanda pushed open the door on the right, noticing the Mouse Trap on the floor. Amanda smiled brightly, I love this game! So sad to see it so lonely... Maybe if I set up some of these missing traps... Amanda kneeled down on the ground, and began working.

"FAAAAAAAAAARLEEEEEEEEY!" he called, skipping around the third floor as one would on a frolic through a random field. "WHERE AAAAARE YOUUUUU?"

Amanda looked like am eight-year-old, giggling as she set up the cards and little mice.

Wallace stopped, crossed his arms, and frowned. Where the heck could he be? Wallace had searched the whole house -- a feat that wasn't easy in the least. He sighed, and began walking back to the game room.

Amanda sat criss-cross-apple-sauce style next to the board perfecting some of the traps Wallace made. "Who left you so lonely? Hn...."

Wallace opened the door. "Oh, hi."

Amanda sat straight up, blushing, "Hiya Wallace. Your dad said you would be in here."

"Oh, uh... yeah."

"Oh, god, I'm alone with a girl. Oh god. OH GOD. ESCAPE. WHERE."

Wallace began nonchalantly looking around the room, trying to figure out an escape plan.

Amanda looked down at the game, still blushing a deep red color. Finally she got up, and looked straight at Wallace. "Wallace. I'm afraid." She ran up to him, hugging him for what seemed dear life.

"W-why?" Wallace stuttered, blushing a bit more than usual. He was trying to keep his eyes on a small water stain on the ceiling.

"No one is safe." I thought I'd feel safer with him. He seems less himself...

He hesitated. "What are you talking about?"

"I need an excuse..."

"Any.... muggle borns. Are.... Being picked... off. Hunted. My friend's sister... and another's boyfriend..."

"WHAT!?" He stepped back, staring at her, eyes wide. "Wh-when?!"

Amanda trembled a bit, her words not coming out of her mouth. "Last night... My friend was bitten by a werewolf in the attack."

"Since when are... Since wh... Oh, so they think they can just waltz along through now that Dumbledore's dead, eh!?"

Amanda nodded, silently holding back tears.

"Aren't you... Wouldn't they be after you too, then!?"