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(The door creaks open and...)

I see a room which I am assuming is the living room. It is quiet big compared to usual living rooms. It has really dark walls,the couch seems really old and the sofa is messy with what seems bits of papers.

The only sorce of light in the living room is the fire which is burning in the fire place.

The windows are tightly shut and the blinds are drawn so there is no light from outside.

I look around and see really old and dusty books kept on the coffee table. There were around five to six books stacked on top of each other.

The other side of the living room is the kitchen I gues because there is a sink there.

I do not see Crovin anywhere. There is a staircase which leads to the first floor. The staircase is really big with paintings on the side.

The railing seems to be dusty or probably it is the colour. There are no pictures or paintings in the living room.

I does not seem to me like people live in this house. I have never heard about Crovins family....

I shout Crovins name. It echos in this enormous house but I do not get any reply.

The living room seems quiet empty. I see a bookshelf which is also dusty. I go near to get a closer look.

This house does not give me any good vibes.

As I touch one of the books I hear a sound which sounds like someone coming in this direction. I am quiet sure someone is coming in this direction because I can hear the floor tiles creaking.

As I turn I see an extremely skinny lady who is probably in her mid forties, if I am right. She is very pale, like basically the palest person I have ever seen.

She has piercing green eyes, like Crovins. She has a stern look on her face. Her lips are in a thin line which makes me wonder what she might be thinking about me inside the head of hers.

Maybe she is Crovin's mom...

"Who are you and what are you doing here?" She asks in a high pitched, stern voice which makes a shiver run down my spine.

She has a really diffrent accent, one which I never have heard anyone speak. She has a wierd personality.

"I am Ella Brown and I am her for Crovin Fisher, I just wanna ask does he live her" I say, my voice cracking a bit because of her creeping me out.

"For what do you need Crovin" she asks.

"Actually Crovin and I were assigned as partners for our art project. So he texted me the address of his house so that we could work on it there." I say probably sounding a bit more nervous than I should have.

"Ok, you should sit down on the sofa while I call Crovin" she says. I am really grateful of her because it was so awkward before, hopefully it decreases.

"Ruby, come here" she shouts.

Another character in the story don't know what role she has.

Till like ten minutes back I did not know that Crovin had a mom. Not that I thought be was an orphan or anything....

A small girl younger than Harry, probably five comes running towards Mrs. Fisher or Crovins mom.

"Yes mommy i'm here and who is she?" She asks pointing towards me.

This girl is also very skinny and pale like Crovin and his mon she has a different shade of her eyes

She is Crovins sister??

"She is your brothers friend, now go and tell Crovin that Ella has come." She says using the same tone she used with me with her daughter.

"Right mommy I will tell him and be back in a second". She says and goes up the staircase hopping.

Where were these people when I was callin for Crovin??

"I am Amanda, Crovin's mother" she says smiling. I swear this is the first time I have seen this lady smiling.

I flash a bright smile in here direction and she just gets her stern look back on here face. I immediately regret smiling atleast, that big.

I hear Ruby again saying "I bought him".

I look in her direction and see Crovin walking down the staircase.

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A/n

Hey guys sup

How do ya guys liked it??

Finally a long chapter and not a cliff hanger......

What do you think is wrong with Crovin's family??

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Bye till the next chapter.......

-Soha







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