I smile staring up at Anubis House, first day of school. My scholarship was delayed because of some issues regarding I don't know. All I know was that the money was delayed and now that it's paid for, I'm here. Ringing the doorbell, I wait for the door to open and before I do so I take a photo then post it on Facebook and Instagram. I don't know why, but there is something about this house. Like there's something calling me here, that there's something it wants to say.
The door opens after a moment to a tall man with dark hair and facial hair with blue eyes in a suit. He has warm ivory colored skin and I think she's got to be in his early forties "Hi" holding my hand out "I'm Emily Prescott"
The man has a stern expression as he looks at his pocket watch that he has, looking at it then to me he silently judges me with a harsh look "Your late, two weeks"
"There was an issue with the money arriving" I wave my hand in the air "Your Mr. Rodenmaar, right? The owner?"
"Caretaker" he corrects me "but I may as well be the owner" moving to the side to let me in "come in" grabbing my hardcover suit case with a skull and flowers, I walk in with that and my black travel duffel bag.
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When I enter the foyer, I pull out the waterproof camera my mom got me for my birthday before she died. "Sorry" looking at Mr. Rodenmaar "this place is just so beautiful and I'm a photographer, when I see something beautiful I take a photo of it"
"No need to apologize" nodding his head as he looked around the foyer "Anubis House is beautiful is a sight to behold"
"I bet this house holds a bunch of stories" putting my camera away, I can take more photos later.
"I am" he introduced himself "Victor Rodenmaar the caretaker"
"Victor Rodenmaar" looking up to see on the staircase see a woman with a welcoming smile upon her face-she has honey colored skin, short black hair and brown eyes. She's a few inches shorter than me so if I had to guess five two, maybe five three "I hope you're giving our new girl your warmest of welcomes" she jumps onto the floor beside me, she's got to be in her thirties I'm guessing "as warm as he gets anyway-hello Sweetie, I'm Trudy Rehman. Your house-mother"
