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Tuesday, April 15th / Early Hours
13th Mourningdove Lane
Emmy could have sworn she heard someone say her name, and glanced behind her as she stepped inside the foyer. Yet the surprise that the lights were out within the mansion drew her attention forwards once more as the door clicked shut behind her. She squinted into the foyer, able to make out a few figures ahead of her along with the paintings and busts that lined the walls. In the next second the lights flickered on, allowing her a glimpse of the room illuminated as she winced, but almost a moment later the doors opened once more and plunged them into darkness.
She turned towards the set of steps jogging inside. Her eyebrows rose, curious as ever, as the tall man came straight to her. She could make out the outline of tousled black hair, glasses, and noticed a thin moustache lining the cheeky grin he gave her.
Who knew a simple "Hi" could feel so flirtatious?
Her head tilted subtly, a smile blooming before she could even respond. He seemed familiar. Like a distant memory, and yet she couldn't place where she'd seen his face before. Was it at the library? A café? Maybe from a long time ago...
The chandelier above lit again as recognition hit her. Her eyebrows twitched as her smile turned into a grin.
"Who would have thought you'd have gotten so tall, Khushwant." She began playfully, oblivious to his nickname. As his question really settled in, her grin lessened, and she immediately laced her gloved fingers together to hide the nerves that wanted to fray her composure. "Well... Yes. It's been... difficult, this past week."
Thankfully the door opened before she could continue, and they were once again plunged into darkness. She cleared her throat softly, glancing between the newcomers, her now very tall old friend, and the ones who came before them each time the lights flickered. There wasn't enough time between the entrances to keep the conversation going, either.
Was she moving closer to him each time the lights went out, or was he? It was all so... unsettling, and the constant change in lighting was starting to give her a headache.
"I'm starting to wonder if this Archivist is even home." She murmured to Khushwant when the twelfth person joined them.
Only when the lights seemed to remain on for longer than five seconds did Emmy let herself relax again. She turned her head towards the first person who spoke, and her eyebrow quirked as they claimed to have been the one to invite them tonight. She had to appreciate the small woman's humor, even if it was odd to call their magic a power.
Emmy looked over Jackson, Lena, and the dancing blue flames in front of them. They seemed to have been the first to arrive, so... maybe they knew why they were waiting so long. Her arms slowly rose to tuck themselves under her small chest as she adjusted her stance to accommodate for how long she'd been standing still.
"Have you happened to have been greeted by the host?" Her timbre carried over the group from where she stood, her tone far but impatient, but ever curious. Suddenly realizing all the attention had turned to her, a small flush came to her cheeks and her heart skipped a beat. Or was it from the amount of time she'd been standing? Either way, she felt like she had to at least acknowledge Lena's latest joke.
"I'm... Emmeline, by the way."