The Inventor from Velothain

The house in the country

Heya guys, it's me the author, just here to let you know I'll be updating every Tuesday, I hope you'll join me on Florence and Edgar's Adventure!

Florence Fiddled with the hem of her dress, she looked over at her twin brother who looked just as uncomfortable as she was.
“Eddie.” She called softly. When he didn’t reply, she tapped his shoulder. “Oi! Earth to Edgar Swan.”
“W-What?” He tore his eyes away from the car window. He looked little bleary-eyed, probably from daydreaming again.
“What are you thinking?” She rested her head against his shoulder.
“I was thinking about my new novel,” Edgar replied, still watching the world go by.
“What’s this one about?” Florence asked as she twiddled a strand of Edgar’s hair.
“It’s a fantasy book, about a human and an elf who fall in love.”
“Another one of your romance stories?” Florence shifted in her seat so that she was facing Edgar. “I hate to break it to you, but they kind of suck.”
Edgar sighed. “Maybe you’re right. I’ve never experienced romance, so why should I bother?”
“Don’t worry yourself, Eddie.” Florence placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. “I’m sure that this new change will be what both of us need.”
Edgar nodded looking to his knees.
“Hey, I’m sorry for upsetting you.” Florence took Edgar’s face in her hands. “Why don’t we play a game?”
Edgar wriggled out of Florence’s grasp. “What game is this?” He raised an eyebrow. “Hearts? I don’t think so, you always beat me!”
“Well, that’s because you’re so bad at it!” Florence retorted. “And besides, that wasn’t the game I was thinking of, we don’t have any cards.”
“OK, what were you thinking of then?” Edgar rubbed his eyes.
“We try to guess what our uncle and our new home might look like. I’ll go first!” Florence stroked her chin. “Oh! What if he’s a billionaire and lives in a penthouse?”
Edgar chuckled. “Well, that’d certainly be an upgrade from our living conditions  now.”
“That is certainly true. It’s your turn.”
Edgar thought for a moment. “I bet its a castle!”
“A castle!” Florence scoffed.
“Don’t laugh! You can buy castles nowadays.” Edgar pouted.
“Yes but not to live in! They’re all in ruins.”
Edgar turned to look out the window. “You always laugh at me.” He whined.
“No! You’re just too immature!”
Edgar poked his tongue out like a child. He pulled his knees up to his chin, refusing to look at his sister.
“Edgar, put your legs down!” His mother yelled, looking into the rearview mirror.
Edgar shuffled in his seat awkwardly, looking back at the window again.
“Hey, Eddie!” Florence poked Edgar in the shoulder, trying to earn his attention. When he didn’t move, she tried again. “Hey, Eddie!”
“Get off!” Edgar Grumbled.
“Hey, Eddie Hey Eddie Hey Eddie Hey Eddie He-“
“What is it!?” He whipped around, glaring at Florence.
“I think we’re here.” Edgar could hear the unease in her voice.
The car lurched, causing Edgar and Florence to jolt in forward.
“Ouch!” They groaned in unison.

Florence stepped out of the car, looking up at the magnificent building that stretched out before them. The house looked to be Victorian with two or three stories. It had an odd asymmetrical shape.
“It looks like a castle.” Florence gasped.
“I told you.” Edgar turned and whispered in her ear.
“Yeah, yeah,” Florence grumbled as she picked up her suitcase.
“Why do we have to be here?” Edgar Surveyed the building.
“Because.” Their father began, as he followed Edgar’s gaze. “Your uncle is a lovely man.”
“But that doesn’t-“
The door slammed open and on top of the staircase stood a tall man, around mid-forties. He wore a white shirt with a green cravat. He had a cream waistcoat with a pair of matching trousers.
“Who’s that?” Florence whispered.
“I think that’s uncle Jasper,” Edgar whispered back.
The man grinned from ear to ear and ran down the steps, arms outstretched. “Hank!” He squawked, scooping the man in a tight hug. “How are you, little brother?”
Before Hank had a chance to finish, Jasper had already moved to his wife. “And Agnes. I hope you’re treating him well.”
“Yes, Yes. Of course.” Hank attempted to keep his cool. “This is Edgar, and this is Florence.”
Jasper turned to the teenagers, and with one quick move, he lifted them off the ground, spinning them around a little.
“I’ve been waiting for you two for such a long time.” He chuckled.
Hank straightened his jacket. “Well, we shouldn’t overstay our welcome. We’ll head off.”
He pulled Agnes into their land rover.
“Well!” Uncle Jasper clasped his hands together. “This is exciting, isn’t it?”
Edgar and Florence exchanged glances.
“Of course.” Florence flashed a toothy grin, clearly lying. “We can’t wait to get to know our new favourite uncle! Right, Eddie?”
Edgar hadn’t been listening. He’d been looking at the ivy that clung to the house.
“I’m sorry, what?” He blinked a few times, returning to planet earth. “Oh yes! It’s all we talked about in the car.”
“Well, what a coincidence!” Uncle Jasper turned on his heels towards the door. “I’ll have supper ready in a little while, but first I’ll show you to your rooms. You must be exhausted after such a long journey.