 ¼ of the Sisterhood of the Traveling Pls
What, what, what?! Only fifteen minutes?! As in five plus ten? That was SO LITTLE time! With a little gasp, Annabell took out her wand and tapped it every dirty place she saw like crazy. Suddenly, bustle took hold of the house as every cleaning agent seemed to do something. She kissed her husband back quickly--every minute was important!-- and while the house was getting cleaned, he went and took a shower.
After ten tiring minutes, she had taken a shower, was dressed in a white dress big, blue flowers on and the house smelled like fresh jasmine--another handy spell--with no dirt left. There was no meal cooked, but she hoped Fallon would return full. If not, she'd just cook a toast or something, and then prepare a feast for dinner. She lay down on the couch, careful not to crease her dress and waited. They should be home soon, unless they decided to hang out in Diagon Alley. |