Toujours Pur | Euphemia Black

Chapter 28 | Cassiopeia's Fury

The sun dawned on the centre of London in the early morning, the buzz of the city traffic being cut off by the incessant tweeting and chirping of the birds high in the trees that graced the streets as Cassiopeia Black observed the goings on beneath her with a majestic air about her.

The winter time had passed in it's somber majesty by this point in the year, having brought the citizens of London some skies of richly marbled greys and trees so elegant in their bare beauty. Those cold days for calmness and reflection had already waned and a new energy was beginning to rise.

On the spring day that was the 29th April, Cassiopeia Black saw the flowers that were to colour her world for the warmer days that were creeping in as of now, waving in the breeze like a smile born of the cosmos - happiness in brilliant shades not that she actually appreciated the pretty shades.

Cassiopeia honestly couldn't care less if it was raining or shining but even so she allowed her eyes to watch the swaying trees that lined Claremont Square, letting her eyes flow from tree to tree, noticing the buds ready to open into the light, to be green flags in the ever-warming wind.

Like mother like daughter, the fascination for nature seemed to pass from Cassiopeia to Mia hence why the lady was stood at her dining room window, looking out through the stained glass decorations. It was one of the only things that the two shared in common.

However, their fascination was for different reasons completely as Euphemia enjoyed looking at nature and the outside world to give her a sense of freedom and escape from her claustrophobic lifestyle. On the other hand, Cassiopeia liked nature for the fact that she had power over it and often observed the outside as if it was her own kingdom, like she was the superior Queen.

The grass was a runner at the blocks, ready to race for the light as soon as the weather warmed up enough. Fresh sunlight illuminated perfect spheres of water upon it's fine green wands and rippled each blade individually. With the chorus of the birds above, this chilly day already felt to Londoners as if it had a touch of magic bestowed upon it, as if anything could happen. And whether it was a good sort of magic or not, no one would ever know. The person observing the morning's weather was a witch, after all.

The spring blossom was gradually arriving in little bursts, looking like cake frosting on the trees in delicious creams and pinks that shimmered in the early sunrise. The petals burst out as if from a cage, from lower down the branches which left the petal tips still in tight bud.

Seeing as the denuded trees of winter had littered London for the past few months, the new and splendid clothes that graced the trees were a joy to see for everyone but one tight lipped woman with her arms crossed, watching from an upper window of the Black Manor dining room. She was waiting for the family owl to arrive with the daily post.

The lazy wind of the late April morning pushed against the slightly unmown grass like a child sending a dandelion seeds on their way: one o'clock, two o'clock, three. Cassiopeia shook her head; the grass was not as perfect as she wanted it to be and so she opened the window with a flick of her wand and a few muttered charms later left the grass below in an immaculate state.

An approved nod came from Cassiopeia as she was satisfied with the perfection despite the grass now looking rather restrained and dejected as if it had been ripped of it's freedom and liberty to be wild and not mown. Rather like how Mia was restricted and refrained from being who she wanted to be and how she was forced to be the perfect little pure blooded lady with no freedom of thoughts, words and actions.

The weather that morning was the kind that felt like a kiss of summer without the fiery heat of noon time in August. The newly mown grass was now a soft green that almost had a hint of blue woven in and the sky was scattered with just enough pristine white cloud that you could admire the fluffiness but also see how beautiful the sky behind was, how perfect.