Post by shava on Jan 31, 2013 23:01:41 GMT -5
Vincent woke up, sitting up and rubbing his eyes blearily. Sunlight streamed into the room, reflecting off the white walls and the stone floor despite the myriad of carpets around the bedroom. Okay, that was the first negative with this place; it would be near impossible to sleep late inside. Sliding over sideways he checked the clock on the wall next to the large queen sized bed and picked up a robe, sliding it on over his naked frame. Mussing his hair a bit he walked over to the door and opened it a crack. This guest room opened up into a short hall and as he stepped out, a chair from the living room had been set so the occupant could see down the hallway. A small boy grinned and waved at Vincent who stared a moment before he waved back with half a smile.
As he turned to the bathroom he had been shown yesterday when he arrived, he heard the bright tenor yelling "He's up, mama!" Chuckling at that, Vin locked himself in the bathroom and did his morning wake up, feeling much better when he stepped out less then five minutes later. Not having to wait for hair to dry made a huge difference to his wake up compared to most! He managed to arrive back in his room without being spotted a second time and began dressing with stuff from his locker which he had brought with him from Hogwarts. Having already been told to be casual, he had prepared for being inside or out and was slipping on jeans, decent polo, and had his red sweater-jacket on the bed beside him as he reached for tennis shoes and socks.
The manor was far more impressive then he had expected, the warm stone under his feet even here in December very pleasant and tempting to go barefoot on. Yesterday when they arrived, a quick tour of the farmhouse to meet her grandmother and several of her smaller grandkids then a walk down the cliff had satisfied him the place was big and well concealed. The idea that there were more then six families living in the main manor house had made his eyes go up, especially as two of them were rented places! He stepped to the door of his room, jacket under his arm as he stepped out and met Keela's aunt Boann, a very cheerful woman with red spots on her cheeks from a very rosy complexion. It made him smile just to meet her and he was more surprised when she had winked the first evening when they had spoken about doors between places and how they would be keeping the main one unlocked for now in the evenings.
Then again she must be expecting naughtiness and was giving him the high sign of approval for his manners the day before!
he shook his head at the place, greeting her husband as he stepped down the hall to be greeted by a plate of cheese blintzes and a plum sauce which made him almost want to lick the plate. Beside him the boy (whose name was Dian unusually) was chatting by asking him a running list of questions from what his jacket was made by, to what brooms were like to fly, to a story which he found hard to follow about a llama named Snow and her spitting habits which he kept trying to show how her lips vibrated when she did it with his own. Amused, and rather fascinated at the way the boy (who was only four after all) changed subjects at random and with seeming no connection till his mother came and sent him off to stop bothering the guest. She attempted to brush it off with an apology as Vin ate on a stool at the counter but he just chuckled. "Don't worry about it, Ma'am--" she raised a finger in warning, "Sorry, Boann I grew up with tons of younger brothers and sisters. The youngest is still a baby."
Vincent would have added more but then the door opened and she turned and chuckled as he saw the one he was here for come into the room, clearly warned he was up and available.