The Grim and I

It was Sunday morning in Surrey. The sun started to rise and filled the village slowly with life.

A woman with long brown locks and dressed in a long grey-brown coat was standing in front of one of the many houses.
Her forehead was scrunched in anger. Her amber eyes telling the same expression.

For Merlin's sake, why couldn't stick that family to one simple request.
Now, she had to break the rules.

She walked up to the front door and raised her hand to knock.