Ginevra's House (tagged for Darren)

"Yea i love pillows." Zoe said grabbing one close by. She waiting till Gin answered Charle's question.

Charlie re-entered the room and looked around at the funny pillows while he waited for Gin's answer.

Zoe looked down and found a solid black one and threw it at Charlie.

Charlie laughed as he felt a cushion hit the back of his head. Takeing a soft orange cusion he threw it at Zoe.

Darren wooshed past the trees on his broomstick, moving at great speed. Spotting Gin's house at a distance he decided he might as well stop by there one more time. He slowed down then landed on the uneven lawn softly. Shrinking his broom and stuffing it in his pocket he walked boredly towards the door. He unlocked the lock with a simple spell and walked inside as if he owned the place. Looking around, it seemed like no one was home.

Charlie stopped laughing as he heard somone downstairs. 'Gin theres someone downstairs' he said.

Zoe heard it too. "Yea Gin someme else is here."

"Yeah, it changes for anyone who enters first," she explained finally, letting Charlie and Zoe have fun with the pillows before she answered. Getting her wand at the sound of the lock clicking, she never trusted her saftey in her house now that she was on the run; note why she felt bad for Charlie and Zoe being there. "No worries, just stay here, i'll be right back." she told them, not letting them see she had her wand. Stepping out of the room, Ginevra slowly went towards the stairs, her wand now out. Glancing at the mirror down below, she saw the back of the figure through it and rolled her eyes, stashing her wand back in her pocket. "Ever heard of knocking?" she asked as she came into view and grinned at Darren.

Darren was examining a bunch of photos which had been lying around. He jumped and let go of the photos as he heard a voice. he didnt bother raising his wand, he would recognize that voice anywhere. 'Hi Gin" he said smiling.

Laughing as he put the photos down at the sound of her voice, she walked down the rest of them until on the main floor. "Like them?" she asked, knowing most of the were her family pictures or else photography she'd taken up years previous to now.