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𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 — 𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐭
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The golden rays of dawn coaxed Nathalie awake. The girl groggily opened her eyes and peered at the digital clock on her nightstand, the reddish letters displaying 5:14. Just a minute before her alarm would go off. Kicking off the sheets, she made her way to the almost imperceptible door at the corner of the apartment, which consisted of one giant room and a bathroom only.
She stormed into the bathroom, the bright light instantly rousing her as she stepped into the shower. Steam covered the glass as Nathalie massaged her scalp, washing the oils from it. Soon the shower head was turned off and the girl emerged from the shower, a puffy white towel wrapped around her slender, yet muscular, figure.
Bennett returned to her room, making her way to the bed that her sister called 'monstrosity', and yanked the suitcase from beneath it. After a quick hunt, she pulled out a pair of black sports crop top and beige leggings.
Her white sneakers stealthily padded down the staircase to the first floor. Dim light found its way into the hall. Nathalie stopped to glimpse into her sister's bedroom. Bonnie's chest rising and falling. Still asleep, then.
The girl tried not to make any sound as she unlocked the front door, quickly sliding outside and locking again. She let her mind drift for a second as she stared into the house's facade. Their grandmother bequeathed them the two-story house, Bonnie inheriting the first floor, Nathalie – the second one. The two young girls had spent so much time playing on the veranda, drawing, knitting, or simply sitting on the worn out stairs.
And she was running, like the winter breeze colliding into inanimate objects and crashing waves hitting the shoreline. Like eagles soaring across indigo skies and a herd of cheetahs racing through verdant meadows. His long, chocolate colored locks whipped back and forth behind her like a fiery mane as she jogged on the sidewalk, every footfall was soft, every movement practiced so often she could be perfection, even on autopilot. She had no idea where she was heading nor did she care.
By the time she came back, sweat rolling down her golden skin in thick, salty beads, there was a glass of greenish smoothie on the counter. Nathalie could hear the sound of running water down the hall, indicating Bonnie had decided to take a shower before school. Not a bad idea, actually.
Twelve minutes later, the two Bennetts had dressed, dried their unruly hairs, and now grinned at each other across the kitchen island, sipping from their smoothie. Bonnie had again been going through one of her healthy-eating-and-living obsessive episodes, and if Nathalie let her, she could talk all day about physical and mental health, diet, nutrition, exercising, and more, more, more.
"So, about yesterday–" The younger Bennet started, but couldn't find any other words to utter. Klaus won that round, they lost. So, yesterday was bad, but both witches had faced and dealt with a whole lot worse. Nathalie, especially.
