𝕲𝖔𝖊𝖙𝖎𝖈[𝕬 𝕿𝖔𝖒 𝖗𝖎𝖉𝖉𝖑𝖊 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖞]

Friends and Families

"Maybelle, dear, is everything alright?"

Maybelle glanced at Helena with solemn eyes. The ghost of her past was slowly creeping inside her mind. They were in a carriage, the orphanage was already left far behind. Her head was resting against Helena's shoulders.

I guess I will never learn from my mistakes.

"We're here," Helena whispered. Maybelle nodded ever so slightly and followed her new guardians into her new house. When she finally lifted her face from the ground, she was left awestruck.

It was not a house, it was a mansion. She was standing in the hallway which lead up to a grand staircase. Soon, three little house elves came and waited for any instructions. Maybelle frowned a little at the situation. She never liked the idea of having house-elves as servants. But she knew better not to protest in the entirely new environment.

"Rolim, take Maybelle to her room. From today onwards you will tend to her," Andrew ordered the youngest elf who bowed and walked towards the little girl. She was hesitant first but followed him anyhow.

"Rolim thinks you are beautiful, young mistress," the house-elf muttered cheerfully. She didn't respond but continued climbing the stairs.

"Master Andrew is a kind man. He takes care of Rolim like a family. Rolim likes families. Rolim would like to be your family too," the small elf rambled all the way to a door.

Maybelle kind of hoped that her room won't be too big. Big spaces made her feel lonely. She followed behind Rolim and entered the room as soon as he opened the door. A look of relief crossed her face when she realised that it was quite a cosy place.

The room had a large window facing a quiet garden. In one corner, there was a closet already filled with decent amounts of clothes for her. Her single bed occupied the middle space of the room. There was a sitting place just below the window. The only drawback of the room was that the walls were blank, pure white. It made her feel melancholic for some reason. The blank walls reflected her life in the present reality. It had no memories, no stories, no plans.

"Does young mistress like her room?"

Maybelle nodded and glanced at him, "Call me Maybelle."

"I want to call you May!"

She jumped slightly at the new voice. There was a boy, who looked the same age as hers, standing in front of her room. He had soft brown hair and green eyes. His cheeks were dusted with freckles. He had a big grin plastered on his face.

"Who are you?"

He took her question as an opportunity to enter her room. Maybelle couldn't help but notice that he was quite clumsy and almost tripped on-air while coming towards her.

Ah, must be my twin.

"My name is Zayden Parks. Nice to meet you."

He opened his mouth to say something more but had to stop when a lady interrupted from the doorway, "Zayden, we must leave. You can catch up with your friend later!"

"Young master Zayden is my friend. Now, Maybelle is his friend too. This makes Rolim happy."

Maybelle couldn't help but roll her eyes. Her life was already so packed at such a short period of time. The last thing she needed was more friends.

Rolim smiled at her and bounced up and down in joy. He came at her almost running and tugged at the pink fabric of her dress.

"Rolim is glad that you are his friend. Mistress is calling for you downstairs. We must go."

She nodded and a chuckle erupted from her throat at his excitement. She was quite pleased to know that the house-elves here were not tortured, unlike some other households. Her hair fluttered behind her as she glided down the stairs after the hyperactive elf.