"𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝔂𝓸𝓾"

Chapter 6: A street apart

The Proctor family estate.

Old and crumbling, covered in wild vines and moss.

As you tried to recall any memories of your family home, your childhood memories drew out nothing but a blank sheet.

Chanting a quick spell with your wand, the vines get ripped as the front doors slam open. Welcomed with dark and dust.

You strode down the hallway, looking through all the old oil paintings of ancestors. If you were to get rid of them, what will you put up instead?

Photos of animals and random taxidermy animals in funny suits and poses?

...

"I bet you in particular be pissed if I ruined this place." You stop in front of the one who started it all. A woman with a strong jawline, metal headgear, and sharp eyes that could put anyone in their place. "My dear Olde Witch."

Laughing to yourself, you continue your stroll through the estate. Mentally noting down all the repairs that must be done before the new school year rolls around.

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"Yo, been a while."

A woman in her early twenties walks in. Ashen blond hair and golden eyes, her slender form dressed in a business formal attire. The woman in suit.

"Natalie." You nod your head in greeting. "You should have told me you were coming today, I would have picked you up."

You see her roll her eyes, "You're 15, you're not old enough to drive a car."

"Still, I would have liked a further notice."

"Yeah yeah, whatever. I'm pretty sure it would have gone over your head because of all the renovations and paperwork you had to oversee." She stood by you as she hooked an arm around your neck, her eyes scanning over the interior of the house. "You fixed this place up nicely. Are we now drowning in debt?"

You huff out a laugh, "With your latest investment at a beach resort in the Bahamas and a hot spring resort in the US, this barely made a dent." Your mind wanders for a bit, "How are things on your end?"

She hums before resting her head on yours, "Ehh, it's fine." There was a pause before her arms fully wrapped around your neck, "Your father contacted me." She felt you stiffen from under her, "He thinks he should have a part in the company because he "made" you. Don't worry, I'll deal with him, you just focus on school."

"Thanks but, he's my responsibility. I'll deal with him, especially after what he did to this family." You let out a sigh.

"If that's what you wish, then so be it." She stood by you for a bit, contemplating if she should ask you or not.

You let out a giggle, you knew this kind of silence. "Do you want to go get something to eat?"

"Oh my God, I thought you'd never ask." Her body went limp on you. "I could never eat on flights, their food tastes canned and... bad."

"Come on, it's not that bad, you're just spoiled." You pad her on the head.

You asked the newly hired butler to take Natalie's luggage to the room next to yours. Once he left, you called for the chauffeur.

"Go change, I'll wait in the car." You got a groan in response.

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It's been a while since you've plagued her mind.

A while since you've entered her dream and diluted her senses.

Although, your phantom touches would have been far preferable than wasting her time with her aunt and the Hanbridges.

And of course, her aunt picked the most expensive restaurant in town despite the financial struggles the family has been facing lately. All thanks to none other than her aunt, of course, her greed knows no bound.

Their food arrived as the eldest of the families conversed.

Diana looks out the window when something caught her eye.

You were right across the street.

There was a fond smile on your face as you sat at a homey looking cafe with someone. You reached over to wipe the person's face, saying something that she sadly could not hear.

She felt a knot in her chest as she watched your interaction with this mysterious woman. She was no fool, the obvious display of affection shows that the two of you were close. Something similar to what she had with you.

Her grip on the silverware tightened as she saw the woman reach over and held your hand. The simple action reminds her of the privilege she once had.

Her focus on you was cut short due to a cough. She tore her eyes away to look at the one responsible.

Andrew, ever the unpleasing sight.

"You're staring at the poor girl awfully a lot. She fetches your fancy?" He raises an arrogant brow. The scowl on her face seems to please him as he smirks, "Sad, she seems to already have a partner. If she was alone, I wouldn't mind shooting my shot."

If looks could kill, he would have been 6 ft under the moment he opened his mouth.

"If you have nothing better to say, then please refrain from speaking to me or around me." She sent him a smile.

Despite being acquainted since childhood, the two never got along. Always sharped tongued and backhanded comments at the ready whenever they see one another.

Nines did Diana hates this boy. Always too arrogant and always too quick to judge.