Kit grasped the cab driver's gesturing hand, giving it a brief squeeze, and smiled. "Thanks, Chas."
He easily could have made the situation difficult; pried for answers she hardly had herself, or simply refused to tell her where John was to be found. It was nice that there was some ounce of trust there, some spillover of liking from years past. She got out, shutting the door behind her, and gave a little wave as the black cab wound its way around the courtyard and back towards the wandering drive.
She hoped Chas wouldn't take any shite from John for this.
Tadfield Manor was even more imposing when she stood poised to enter it, craning her neck to see the highest of its gothic peaks and darkened windows. It looked like something out of a horror story: not the old, rundown haunted house of children's tales, but the immaculate manor house that seemed so quiet and trustworthy from the outside.
Kit took a deep breath, and hauled open one of the large double doors.
She found herself in the lobby, elegantly decorated except for one inexplicable poofy pink chair which clashed with everything. The front desk was unoccupied, but there were two men standing nearby: a dark-haired man, well into his twenties, and a blond who looked to be a bit younger. Kit approached them carefully.
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Date: 2007-01-18 06:08 am (UTC)He easily could have made the situation difficult; pried for answers she hardly had herself, or simply refused to tell her where John was to be found. It was nice that there was some ounce of trust there, some spillover of liking from years past. She got out, shutting the door behind her, and gave a little wave as the black cab wound its way around the courtyard and back towards the wandering drive.
She hoped Chas wouldn't take any shite from John for this.
Tadfield Manor was even more imposing when she stood poised to enter it, craning her neck to see the highest of its gothic peaks and darkened windows. It looked like something out of a horror story: not the old, rundown haunted house of children's tales, but the immaculate manor house that seemed so quiet and trustworthy from the outside.
Kit took a deep breath, and hauled open one of the large double doors.
She found herself in the lobby, elegantly decorated except for one inexplicable poofy pink chair which clashed with everything. The front desk was unoccupied, but there were two men standing nearby: a dark-haired man, well into his twenties, and a blond who looked to be a bit younger. Kit approached them carefully.
"Excuse me?"