𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕 | ℙ𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝟚 𝕠𝕗 ' 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕔𝕙𝕖 ' HIATUS

iii

  "ON the morrow of that Monday, Earnshaw being still unable to follow his ordinary employments, and therefore remaining about the house, I speedily found it would be impracticable to retain my charge beside me, as heretofore. She got downstairs before me, and out into the garden, -"

" Ellie are you up?!"

Eurielle Black let out a gasp before slamming the book shut and tucking it under her pillow, she'd done it again...

She heard her grandmother's footsteps come up the stairs, light and fast as they landed on the polished wood, " Ellie?!" she called once more.

Eurielle felt her heart skip a beat as she shook her hair to make it seem she had slept at all, which was no hard task as her hair looked like a bird's nest half the time anyway. She dove into her covers and tangled herself up in the soft blue sheets. Her heart was pounding, as she heard her grandmother approach the door and turn the knob.

Her grandmother let out a huff, " You ain't foolin' anyone, get up and come downstairs." she reprimanded before leaving the room.

Eurielle felt herself smile, trust her grandmother to see through a lie. She got up as instructed and went into the bathroom. She brushed her teeth and decided to pull back her mess of dark curls.

She came downstairs, book in hand, as the only other form of entertainment was the television which her grandmother would usually watch old reruns of shows like ' I Love Lucy' and ' The Golden Girls'.

" Good mornin' Miss Priss!," he grandmother sang as she flipped her pancakes.

Lindsey Truelove was now 59 years old, 60 in August. Her dark brown hair was as perfect as it always had been, but there were a few silver hairs here and there, but Lindsey didn't mind them actually, she thought they were kind of pretty.

Her tan skin had lightened and her laugh lines were prominent, but she was still as beautiful as she had always been. Her russet eyes would never change, they would sparkle with laughter and warmth until the day she died.

" Good morning, Nana." Eurielle yawned.

Lindsey glared lightly, " Mhm, you should try sleepin' once in a while."

Eurielle smiled, " But Nan, this is the last of the books I wanted to read for the summer. If I finish before tomorrow Grandpa said he would give me five galleons."

Lindsey hummed in thought," I forgot about that- I also remember betting on, you would finish today and he betted you would finish tomorrow..."

Eurielle felt her mouth stretch into a smile as she waited for her grandmother to tell her to keep reading.

" Okay, get to it!" she cheered.

This was something her grandmother and her had in common, they both loved to win. It was the satisfaction not whatever money or item had been offered in the wager.

It wasn't five minutes later her grandfather walked into the kitchen. " Ugh," he groaned as his hip popped.

" Careful there Julie, I don't need to be helpin' old people walk around their own house," Lindsey replied to the hip.

Her grandfather only rolled his eyes, " Good morning to you too, my love."

Lindsey laughed lightly and walked over to her husband, " Good morning', sugga'."