The adventures of Tintin, Malory and Snowy.

Tintin, Malory and the Red-Head Couple. (2)

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Malory POV:

"Okay Snowy, so I know our plans to get the decorations the first time has failed but hopefully plan B would work, am I right?" I asked as we reached the last floor of the building.

Snowy barked in agreement, making me smile.

"Right!" I replied before looking up at the attic's door, "Now, where is the pole...?"

I looked around, hoping to find the pole that helps opening the attic but being Malory means that nothing comes easy and so I didn't find it, making me sigh.

"As if getting this party ready in time isn't hard enough... Well, old school attic opening it is!" I mumbled before looking back up, calculating the force I need to put in the jump. 

I rocked in my place before jumping and grabbing the handle in success, pulling it down with me.

"Hey, not so bad at all!" I praised myself as the stairs opened before yelling in pain as the stairs hit me lightly in the head before reaching their spot on the floor.

Snowy looked at me.

"Not a word..." I warned before we climbed up into the attic.

"Okay! So Mrs. Finch said the decorations are supposed to be around here somewhere, all we need to do is find them and get them to Marlinspike Hall before Tintin gets ho- Oh, you got to be kidding me!" I groaned tiredly.

The whole attic was a complete mess! How am I going to find anything?

I sighed again. Being Malory DOES mean nothing comes easy... YES!

"Okay Snowy, let's see what hidden treasures we can find here!" I told Snowy excitedly and he barked back in agreement.

But as time passed, we didn't find much, including the decorations, most of the things in the attic were furniture for future renters and boxes of old documents.

"Maybe by decorations, Mrs. Finch meant exterior design." I thought out loud before looking at an old clock that was there and still worked, making me sigh when I saw that I spent so much time looking as I got up, walking towards the exit, "Maybe the store is still open..."

'SCRATZ!'

"Oops! AH!" I exclaimed when I realized I stepped on something and broke it, making me turn my head, not seeing where I am going and ended up tripping over a bump in the carpet.

Snowy found his way next to me and whimpered in concern as I sat up, groaning.

"I'm okay, Snowy, I'm okay. I'm starting to see why Tintin doesn't want me out of the house, I'm hurting myself even when I'm technically in it." I reassured and joked as I gave him a little pat before looking over to see what damage I caused.

My eyes widened.

A little light from a hidden crack in the roof shone in and right over what I stepped on and I couldn't contain the awe...

It was a picture of a family of three; A man, a woman and a baby boy... a VERY familiar baby boy.

I didn't even realize that my hand was lightly shaking as I reached for the photo, gently picking it up as if it's about to crumble in any minute now, and moved some of the free shards away from it, all this time not breaking eye contact with the smiling baby.