somewhere only we know || grayson hawthorne x oc

chapter seven (avery)

After Xander was gone, Avery was left to her own devices. She explored her wing, something which she couldn't quite believe belonged to her. She examined the desk in the study, taking note of the secret compartments. She was staring in awe at the many achievements of the grandsons when she felt another presence in the room. She turned to see Isabel standing in the doorway, watching her with a cross between curiosity and amusement.

"They're magnificent, aren't they? Sure, in the media, they aren't represented as anything other godly, but when you spend even a day in the same house as them, breathing the same air as them, you can't help but be bewildered by the sheer magnitude of their accomplishments." Avery hadn't seen Isabel since the will reading, assuming that she was making a point of avoiding everyone. There was something about the way that she spoke which was mesmerising, as if every word was a precisely chosen to create an exact effect.

She couldn't find anything to say other than, "I'm Avery." She laughed. The sound was rich and authentic.

"I'm fairly certain that everyone knows your name now, whether you like it or not. I'm Izzy." She held out her hand, which Avery took. Izzy's grip was firm and sure, matching her confident demeanour. "I suppose we're in this together." She put her hands in her pockets as she backed out of the room, the carefree way in which she did it reminding her, strangely, of Nash. "We're both cursed to live with the tormented and mysterious Hawthornes. This will be fun." She saluted before retreating down the hallway and out of the wing.

Avery decided in that moment that she was going to find out who exactly this Isabel was. She found it suspicious that she didn't have any family or friends with her, and she kept to herself up until now. What's you story, Isabel Alice Schuyler?

Libby called to Avery. As she went to join her sister, she couldn't help but feel uneasy at the thought of spending a year with Izzy. Even thought they hadn't talked for long, she gave off the impression that she liked to play. And in this House, that could be dangerous.

[author's note]
i'm back! sorry for the wait. homework's been a bitch recently. (excuse my language). on another note, does anyone have any theories so far? i'd love to hear your thoughts in the comments, and in the meantime, happy reading!