W. William Warfstache the First

Ch. 10 Snowstorm

The next day Wilford and I both get dressed. I open the long curtains that hang in front of the tall windows. Right after I open the first, I see nothing but white outside. Snow being pushed in all different directions. Even de trees near the house all fully white and barely visible from our room. 

I then feel two hands gently sneak around my waist. I smile to myself, feeling Wilford rest his head on my shoulder, 'doesn't look all too well out there' Wilford mumbles into my ear. I sigh and hum an agreeing 'mhm'. 

'We'll just wait for the storm to pass and we'll leave later on the day. Maybe I'll take a nap before we leave so I have enough energy for the late night drive' Wilford explains. I smile and turn around, wrapping my arms around his neck, 'sounds like a great plan!' I smile up at him, glancing at his lips. I slowly lean in, bringing my lips closer to his.

My lips almost reach his until he pulls away, 'We should head inside, sweet thing' he says, pulling his suspenders over his shoulders. I snicker at his sillyness, 'you tease' I say, pulling on one of his suspenders before letting it go, making it smack against his back. 'Ow!' Wilford says, laying one hand over his nipple, looking at me offended. 'Come on, sweet thing' I tease, walking out of the room. 

Wilford jogs up next to me, walking next to me down the stairs. 

'No, no, to the right, my boy!' I hear that familiar, deep voice call out from the diningroom. I glance up at Wilford who is keeping his gaze to the doorway that leads into the diningroom. 'Yes! Yes! That's perfect! Just perfect!' I hear his bubbly voice again. 

Wilford and I enter the diningroom. 'Goodmorning, father' he calls out. Wilford William Warfstache the First turns around to face us. His face lights up, 'Well goodmorning, young children' he says, lifting up his cane a bit, 'We were just re-decorating some things in the room' he says, gesturing towards some real life stuffed birds and other wildlife. 

A little while later the three of us enjoy our breakfast. After a few minutes of silence, Wilford the First starts, 'have you two seen the storm outside this morning?' he asks, glancing at William and me. I nod, 'oh yes' I simply say before taking my next bite. 'Yes, pretty heavy snowstorm' William answers. 'I'm not letting you two drive out into that storm for four hours' Wilford the First explains. 

I have a few full seconds of eye contact with my Wilford, who's obviously thinking that we weren't planning on driving out there either way. 'Way too dangerous!' Wilford the First calls out to break the silence. I smile and nod obedient, 'absolutely, sir. We'll just have to wait for the storm to pass' I explain. 

 'That's exactly right, young lady. You should wait for as long as necessary, even if that means you two will have to stay another night' Wilford the First explains. I glance at William, seeing he does not like that idea, 'we'll see when the storm passes' he simply answers, quickly finishing his coffee. 

I jump from a window slamming open. Goosebumps cover my whole body as the snow bursts into the room, blowing out some candles. 'Oh dear, could you quickly close that window?' Wilford the First asks me. I hurry myself to the window, pushing it closed and putting the little lock on it.  Behind me I hear a soft 'whoosh' and when I turn around, all the candles are lit again.

I raise an eyebrow, wondering if the candles even went out in the first place. 'Everything alright, dearest?' William's father asks me, having a wide grin on his lips. 'I thought-' I stop myself, pointing at the candles that went out a few seconds ago, at least that's what I thought I saw. 

'Hmm?' Wilford the First asks again. I see Wilford roll his eyes at his fathers amused chuckles. 'Nevermind' I smile awkward, sitting down again. 'Well about that storm huh?' Wilford the First starts. 'Yeah, what a storm. I was thinking of walking through the snowy woods but I don't think that'll be possible in this weather' I explain, trying to keep the conversation going since my Wilford is keeping quiet. I know he's doing that on purpose, not trying to make much of an effort. I hope it doesn't start annoying me. 

'It's better to stay in, indeed' Wilford the First answers me, 'you can take a walk through my humble abode' he chuckles, 'much time and even much more to see!' 

I smile at him, 'I don't want to be a curious cat and sneak around'. Wilford the First chuckles, 'No don't be silly! Go ahead, take a walk! That way I can talk to my son over here' he gestures to Wilford who's head shoots up. I chuckle amused before getting up, 'alright, I'll be back then!' I say before walking out of the diningroom. 

I decide to start downstairs. I walk through the end of the hall, gently pushing open a door that leads to a room that looks like  some sort of an office. A fancy brown desk with a leather chair behind it, with a beautful view onto the forest that now is faded because of the snowstorm. The strong wind through the woods makes a soft howling noise coming from outside. It gives me chills, making me back up a littlebit. 

One of the room's walls is covered in bookshelves full of books. The books look old, very used and dusty. The desk looks very organized, even though there are some newspapers laying on top of it. I glance at the date, trying to read the numbers. There's not much light in the room but I think I see a year starting with 18, so the newspaper is from somewhere in the 19th century, which is more than one hundred years ago. Must be a really valuable newspaper.

I take one last look around before quickly making my way back to the door. 'Hello miss'. I jump and yelp softly, 'Oh, Edgar, it's you' I pant softly, laying a hand on my chest. 'My apologies, did I startle you?' he asks. I nod, 'yeah, I didn't hear you coming' I explain to him, 'but it's alright' I quickly add, seeing guilt written all over his face. 

Edgar cracks a small smile, 'didn't mean to scare you, (Y/N)' he tells me. I step into the hallway where there is more light, shutting the office door behind me. 'What were you doing in there?' Edgar asks me, trying not to sound suspicious. I smile at him, 'Oh I was just exploring this huge house a little and I walked into the office. I took a quick look around but it didn't feel right so I decided to leave' I tell him, secretly feeling like reading those newspapers in there. 

'Ah, sounds nice' Edgar tells me, 'want me to show you around?' he asks. I smile, 'no thank you, I think I'll be fine on my own' I tell him, glancing at a dark stripe running from left to right on his throat. The light from the hall makes the scar very obvious. I try not to look at it too much, but I need to take a closer look. I can't help myself but look at it for just a few more seconds. 

Then Edgar looks down, scratching his neck, slowly, like he does everything, just a little slower than anyone else. 'Sorry I didn't mean to be rude' I apologize, realizing I might seem a bit rude. 'Don't worry about it' he tells me, 'really, it's alright' he says. I smile, 'I'll talk to you later!' I say before starting to walk down the hall again.