The True Story of Emily Lockwood / g. karim

𝟜. 𝕊𝕡𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘

--The first bluebell that popped up between the cracks of the pavement sent Emily into a spiral. Spring was like magic, and the girl was looking forward to bringing out her seasonal wardrobe, trading in jumpers and trousers for long dresses and picnic baskets.

It would have been idyllic, if they weren't being called to hunt ghosts so often. With many people moving out to their country homes, more and more hauntings were being recorded. It was nice, however, to see Anthony in such high spirits while they worked.

The girl woke up on one of the nicest days this year yet, and donned a white linen dress she'd had for nearly as long as she could remember. It had been her mother's, one the darling woman had passed down. It was early, and she knew Anthony wouldn't be awake for hours yet.

So, she nimbly tiptoed down the staircases and into the kitchen, for a cup of tea. It was still chilly, so she grabbed a knit blanket off the sofa and threw it about her person, enjoying the feel of its warmth around her shoulders. 

As she was opening the windows to let in fresh air, she heard another pair of feet, treading down the stairs.

"It's cold," George mumbled, wiping sleep from his eyes before putting on his glasses.

"It's spring, Georgie," she sighed happily. "winter has gone! Tea?" The boy nodded his head - bedhead suiting his character perfectly - and ran off towards the kitchen. The girl followed, and they enjoyed their tea together in front of the window, watching the sun rise over London and the city wake up.

"It's actually quite nice," He said, gazing out over the scenery. Emily hummed, agreeing with him. 

"Too bad Anthony misses it all," she shook her head "what time were you lot out until?" George closed his eyes and rubbed his temple.

"Your brother didn't listen to my research, as always," he complained, and the girl chuckled.

"It's not in his nature to listen, period." she sighed, gazing out at the garden.

"Broken out the dresses, have we?" George gestured to her dress. Emily's upper lip curled up into a smirk.

"Why yes, thank you for noticing," she did a little twirl. 

"Pretty," was all he said, and then he fell deep into a staring contest with his breakfast blend. Emily frowned, and left the room. They had a case they'd agreed to for that evening, and she was adamant on getting everything prepared early so she could take the day to prepare herself for the season. 

Also, the rapiers in this house were in dire need of sharpening. For fighting beings made of plasma, they sure got dull. 

"Keep me company?" Emily asked him, cocking her head to the side. He started, having been lost in thought. 

"Of course," he said plainly, but she saw the look of longing he gave their slightly mess kitchen. 

"You'll have plenty of time to clean later, love," she teased, and the boy grumbled. "just enjoy sharpening rapiers with your favorite Lockwood." He flushed. 

"I never said you're my favorite," he stuttered. Emily laughed. 

"Right, but you also didn't say my brother was, either." George shook his head. 

"You're bloody annoying twins, did you know that?" The girl shrugged. 

"Too bad, you love us anyway," He glared at her, but she knew he wasn't serious. "and besides, maybe I just want an excuse for your company." He glower softened, just a little. 

"You do?" he asked, the faintest of smiles lighting up his face. Emily's chest filled with the tingles she'd gotten used to the past seasons, whenever he smiled at her.