Hmmm. A good start. The raven eyed him a little more, and then turned to fly into the house, presumably to alert the masters know what was going on.
Like any good horror movie, the front door began to open on its own... or maybe the door was so old and weak that a gentle breeze had opened it.
As Scrooge would inevitably approach the house, the quiet backstory of the Spells could be revealed just by looking - once upon a time this family was no doubt very wealthy, or at least had the high social standings to justify such expenses. But with dwindling family members and a lack of funds, the mansion was falling apart. There simply was no time, enough hands, or money to keep up with a house that big. Even magic had its limits.
He'd find the twins sitting in the lounge, awaiting him reluctantly. The "pretty" part was true, at least - even those not looking for romantic interests couldn't deny they were equal in attractiveness. The sister was sitting on a faded loveseat, her dress simple and perhaps patched up once or twice, wringing her wrists while trying to appear calm and collected. The brother was on his feet - whatever money he had might go to his clothes, since his was were in much better shape - while tapping the back of his sister's seat. While both weren't exactly wearing friendly faces, the brother seemed to be glowering much harsher.
"Scrooge, was it?" said the woman.
"Just because we allowed you inside," said the man, "doesn't mean we've agreed to anything."
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Like any good horror movie, the front door began to open on its own... or maybe the door was so old and weak that a gentle breeze had opened it.
As Scrooge would inevitably approach the house, the quiet backstory of the Spells could be revealed just by looking - once upon a time this family was no doubt very wealthy, or at least had the high social standings to justify such expenses. But with dwindling family members and a lack of funds, the mansion was falling apart. There simply was no time, enough hands, or money to keep up with a house that big. Even magic had its limits.
He'd find the twins sitting in the lounge, awaiting him reluctantly. The "pretty" part was true, at least - even those not looking for romantic interests couldn't deny they were equal in attractiveness. The sister was sitting on a faded loveseat, her dress simple and perhaps patched up once or twice, wringing her wrists while trying to appear calm and collected. The brother was on his feet - whatever money he had might go to his clothes, since his was were in much better shape - while tapping the back of his sister's seat. While both weren't exactly wearing friendly faces, the brother seemed to be glowering much harsher.
"Scrooge, was it?" said the woman.
"Just because we allowed you inside," said the man, "doesn't mean we've agreed to anything."