"Come on!" Harry ducks under the jacket Tom has so graciously given to him to use as a makeshift umbrella.
"Great." Tom sighed, glaring out into the now barely visible garden. "So much for that date."
Harry took a few steps away from his lover to pay attention the the grand double doors that stood before him
"Hey...these doors open!" he said, pulling at the handle.
"Stop! What are you doing?" Tom asks. "I don't think we're allowed to be here."
"Then why are the doors unlocked?" he scoffs in reply.
With a reluctant sigh, he follow him.
They're both met by a stark silence. All that could be heard was the sound of rain hitting the murky discolored windows.
"Wow." he breathes. The interior was what he could only describe as aged gold. Whoever had lived here must've really liked the color because it was everywhere. From the dusty picture frames to the railing of the stairs that led who knows where.
"The rain doesn't look it's gonna stop anytime soon." Tom upset. He had spent all week planning for the perfect date and the weather decided to screw it up. "Sorry our day was ruined, love."
"Are you kidding?" he giggles. "This is the best thing that could happen to us. We're in a literal castle-"
"Which we may or may not be arrested for trespassing-" he adds.
"Where's your sense of adventure?" he rolls his eyes. "Come on!" he grabbed onto his hand, the sound of his laugh dancing across the halls.
Who knew what adventure was ahead...
— end.
