Pop! The first portkey to arrive at Vannacutt Manor carried with it two girls, one who was familiar with the Vannacutt name and one who had no idea why she had even been dragged along in the first place. Francesca Clairmonte and her cousin Astoria Fletcher had portkeyed from Astoria's house in France so they could come here. Fran was already frustrated with her cousin but that was normal. The two were two completely different people.
"Astoria could you be any more retarded!? I mean I got you away from your stupid parents for ONCE. You could at least appreciate it a little bit!"
Rolling her eyes Francesca knocked on the door to Vannacutt manor, very anxious to see her former friend. Actually she was more anxious for him to see her because she had changed so much since they last saw each other. No longer was she the short girl with the pixie haircut he once knew. She now stood at 5'8" without the boots. Her hair was longer now, but her eyes still had that same twinkle of mischief.
"How about you get some manners Francesca? You're seventeen years old and you still act like you did when you were twelve." Astoria looked up at her cousin with a glare plastered on her face. The last time Astoria had even associated with anyone from Hogwarts was when she left it a long time ago. Now nineteen, she wasn't too happy coming here with Francesca but she did get out of that house. Not that she couldn't go anywhere else anyway. She was off for the summer since she was in training to do her father's job at the French ministry. Designing had failed her unfortunately. Now she waited for the host of this little party to answer the door. |