Pics of the house: (more to be added soon)
- Spoiler:
Front View:
Entrance:
Living Room:
Kitchen:
Dining Room:
Conservatory:
Spare Room:
Zoë's Room:
Pool Side:
The taxi stopped in front of 1329 Prescott Street, San Francisco, California. Zoë looked out of the window toward her home. She had been away at Hogwarts for so long that it almost seemed weird to be coming home to this place. But it was time for it. Taking in a deep breath, she leaned forward and paid for the ride and thanked the driver.
Once outside she made a stop by the mailbox, picking up her large pile of mail. Slowly she continued to the door, taking in everything around her. Finally she was there. After letting herself inside, Zoë laid down her bags by the door, she took a walk thru the main floor of the house. Not that she was expecting anyone. It was more of a precaution. After all, many people didn't like her and would probable seek her out to inflict harm.
Hours passed and it found Zoë making herself dinner. She sat down at the table taking in the quietness around her. She was alone. It felt odd. But she was there.