The Witch Hunt Chronicles- Witch Hunt

Chapter Three Artemis

 I reached for my door handle but Daniel was already out and ready to open my door for me. He lifted the handle and the door creaked open. I sat there. Slightly amused, slightly taken aback. I got out and he shut the door behind me. I dropped my cigarette butt on the floor and put it out with my foot.

“Such a gentleman” I said sarcastically. He smiled at me and I didn’t think twice before returning it. He led me to the house and up the white marble front steps. The door was adorned with a huge white cross with the words: em Deus nós confio written all curly in red. I stared at it for a moment.

“In God we trust. My family is very Catholic. I live with my grand parents.” He said unlocking the door and pushing it open, he gestured for me to go first and I did. The house was as huge inside as it was out. It reminded me of the pictures I got in my head when I read about the Malfoy Manner in Harry Potter books. I was in a large entrance hall, there was an insane staircase straight ahead, you know? One of those with like a sort of balcony at the top and stairs on either side of it? Anyway, there was a freakishly large chandelier hanging from the high domed ceiling. The walls were silver and to my left was a huge mural of the da Silva Coat of arms. I stepped forward to look at it more closely, but Daniel cleared his throat loudly. He walked ahead and I followed. We walked towards an archway near the stairs and turned into a kitchen the size of my house.

“Swanky place you got here.” I said just to break the silence.

“It’s alright.” He said shrugging. We walked over to the fridge and he opened it. It was stacked full of every drink that you could possibly imagine.

“What would you like?” he said smiling at my expression, I’m guessing it was somewhere between I want to live in here and you’ve suddenly become my best friend.

“Coke” I said quickly, I felt bad. “Please” I added to cover up my greed. He smiled and took out a red can. He handed it to me and he took one for himself.

“Shall we?” he said walking back out of the kitchen. We walked back into the entrance hall and up the nearest flight of stairs. When we reached the landing there was another arch and we walked through it into a long hallway. The walls were like those down stairs, silver and on the floor was a long black carpet with a silver trim. We stopped at the fourth door on our left and he turned the silver doorknob on the dark oak door. We walked into a brightly lit bedroom slightly smaller than the kitchen, but not by much.

“Welcome to my room.”  He said waving his arm at the room. His walls were painted with the same silvery paint as the entrance hall.

“Well it’s… certainly…. Clean…” I said walking further into the room. It was neat and tidy. I made a mental note that I would have to tidy up my room before he came over. He sat down on his bed, which was huge(And I know that I’m saying that word a lot but it’s just so that you can grasp how HUGE the place was) and not MTV Cribs huge, the bed was about twice as big an a normal king bed, huge. The headboard was carved from dark oak and had black padded satin on it that matched the bedding and curtains. I sat down next to him and looked at the rest of the room. There was a large oak armoire in one corner and a matching desk in the other. I looked at the wall next to a big widow and saw that the walls weren’t painted silver. They were covered in silver silk that was ice cold to the touch though the room was quite warm. The sun streamed onto another, larger version of the carpet in the hall; black with silver trim. The room was so big that the dark furniture didn’t make it look any less inviting. There was a black marble fire place set in the wall on the other side of the room and two armchairs stood facing it.

“You know, my family’s quite rich.” Daniel said also looking around the room as well.

“Ah such modesty.” I said taking a sip of my drink and looking him square in the face, he was a lot better looking than he was this morning. There was a moment’s silence.