The next generation (The strings of fate)

Constance POV

Constance felt a pull of sadness tug her heart when she realized he had gone. She sighed, and decided to put the jars on the porch for him to take another time. A small enchantment on the jar would make sure the food would stay good.

She looked at her cousin's workshop and wondered if she ate yet but hesitated to ask. Instead she went back inside to pick up the notebook with Maro's measurements.

She blushed as she recalled how close they were and how calm she felt around him. Usually she'd feel uncomfortable with a stranger but from the moment she saw him she felt nothing but tranquil. And ease.

She moved to her bedroom and opened a drawer that hid all of her fabric and sewing supplies. "Ooooo that was a cute oneee." Pierre purred out as he observed her from his perch.

"Shut it." She responded with an eye roll annoyed by him already and she knew he hadn't even begun yet. She grabbed red, green, and black fabric. She brought it with her to a chair she elegantly sat down as she draped the fabric in her lap. She grabbed her note book and began to sketch out different outfits, some with robes, others more similar to his current style.

"What, cat got your tongue?" Pierre snickered as he nonchalantly walked to where Constance was seated.

Constance did not speak to him as she chose to ignore him and just focus on her current task. Pierre swiped at her feet and slinked away to his area.

"Pierre!" Constance hisses to her familiar. "It's not the time."

"It never is 'the time' with you." He sulks as he draped himself over a scratching arch looking at her with his head up like he was royalty.

Constance shook her head at her familiar and picked out a design she liked it was similar to her own but instead of a robe she made a hoodie that would have many bone ties up the front with pockets lining the inside and deep set pockets on the outside. The hood was made to droop a little over his face as she got the feeling he had many troubles and it would make him feel more comfortable.

Picking out some colors she decided to make a black jacket with red lining and red insides. The tunic would also be black with red stitching and the pants were a deep blue/green.

Deciding that was enough for the night she set her projects down on a table and left to take a shower.

When she entered her room again, Pierre was sleeping on one of her pillows, smirking at her familiar. She crawled into bed and with a wave of her wand her light was out. When she closed her eyes. Eerie green met hers.

The next morning Constance was awoken by a sudden lick to her cheek.

"Mimi!" Her eyes shot open the gold met green hovering above her.

Cackling, Mimi jumped and ran out of her room and down the stairs. Constance groaned as she dragged herself to her bathroom to prepare for the day washing her face with her own witch hazel concoction, dabbing some rose perfume she traded for on her neck and wrists, she walked briskly out of her bathroom. Deciding to wear black and gold today, she donned clothes that almost resembled marble.

"Pierre, I need to go to town today." She states loudly as she ties her hair into a bun, the red wrapping around the white the contrast was shocking to some.

"Do you need me to assist?" He chirped from his hole in his cat perch. She shook her head and he stared at her for a minute, gauging her. "Very well. But do be a dear and fetch me some of that wonderful cat nip."

Constance swore if he could he'd had a Cheshire grin on his face. She rolled her eyes, she pulled out a gold chain that carried a dazzling red sunstone. She held it out to Pierre and he disappeared from his perch. Constance then tucked it back into her cloak and then headed downstairs. She went to the closet that had her robe and satchel.