Book one of two.
Post war.
Odette Elara Viotto can't help but feel foreign in the place she grew up in, and seems to believably lie that she is coping like others around her.
After one dark wizard perishes, another forges- reeking havoc within the...
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Odette Viotto-
It's always me running away. Sometimes, to save myself from something. Most of the time, to save something from me.
- A. Martin
"Drink?"
Odette turned to see Vivienne holding another bottle of wine, two glasses in the other.
"Oh, yeah sure" Odette spoke, taking one of the glasses out of the Emerson's girls hand.
"You look troubled, Odette, what's the matter?" Asked Vivienne as she poured the crimson liquid into their glasses.
"Oh, no I'm fine- just a little unnerved by the darkness" Odette lied believably, motioning with her hand that held the glass to the dark corridor Zion had disappeared down prior.
"Oh, it's nothing sinister-" Vivienne spoke, "it leads to my fathers study, where I'm sure Zion is most likely helping himself to his most aged liquor".
"I saw him go down there, and now that you mention it he did have a glass of a liquid that reeked with age and expense" spoke Odette, sipping the crimson liquid in her glass- cringing at its bitter taste.
"You're kidding!" Vivienne exclaimed with a furious edge to her tone, storming down the dark corridor.
Odette followed behind her, watching as she threw a door open revealing a mahogany wood study- a desk along the far wall, placed in front of a roaring fire, the walls lined with bookshelves with two fine leather sofas placed along two of the walls.
Sat on one of the sofas was Zion, sipping eagerly on a soon empty glass of Scotland's finest whiskey- a smirk adorning his reddened cheeks.
"What have we spoken about?" exclaimed Vivienne, storming furiously over to her tipsy friend.
"I don't know- we've spoken a lot, do you want me to name every single thing we've ever spoken about?" taunted the Kepler heir, waving his arms around drunkenly.
"I told you not to come in here, and especially not to drink that!" Vivienne pointed to the nearly empty bottle beside the boy, snatching it out of arms reach before the boy could snatch it back.
"The bloaks never home, why let such great liquor go to waste?" blurted out the boy, intoxication reeking in his breath.
Vivienne rolled her eyes, moving to place the bottle back under her fathers desk- locking it with a spell she knew the boy had never mastered, despite its simplicity.
