October 7th, 1888 — Oakshire Hall, Kent
Tig sprinted up the stairs soaking wet and fighting the urge to shiver. She was aware that Tiberius was back but had spent most of the time since his return avoiding life in her animagus form well away from the house. She hadn't actually seen him or spoken to him but she'd glimpsed him and heard him existing in the general area in the brief time she had spent home. It pleased her to live like a wild animal, she felt free for the first time in years and being the largest predator in the English countryside made her feel powerful. The only reason she'd come home today was because of the relentlessly heavy rain, all she could think of was a hot bath. It shouldn't be too difficult to get that bath and leave again after a good night of sleep without seeing Tiberius.
Her bedroom door was in sight but she instinctively stopped at what she was fairly certain was the sound of someone else coming up the stairs. Tig glanced over her shoulder automatically but no one had appeared yet. What she did see was wet footprints and a gathering puddle at her feet. Oops. She gathered the bottom of her robe and wrung it out onto the floor. Ha. Someone was going to have to clean that up later. She continued towards her bedroom door, starting to remove her robe as she walked. That is, until she heard a floorboard creak. Tugging it back down again, she whirled around and scowled in the direction of the noise. Upon seeing that it was her husband she sneered. She was about to reach for the doorknob of her bedroom door so she could avoid him but then thought it might look as though he was running away from him. Her pride kicked in and she resisted the urge, holding her ground and hoping he'd silently walk past her.
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Her bedroom door was in sight but she instinctively stopped at what she was fairly certain was the sound of someone else coming up the stairs. Tig glanced over her shoulder automatically but no one had appeared yet. What she did see was wet footprints and a gathering puddle at her feet. Oops. She gathered the bottom of her robe and wrung it out onto the floor. Ha. Someone was going to have to clean that up later. She continued towards her bedroom door, starting to remove her robe as she walked. That is, until she heard a floorboard creak. Tugging it back down again, she whirled around and scowled in the direction of the noise. Upon seeing that it was her husband she sneered. She was about to reach for the doorknob of her bedroom door so she could avoid him but then thought it might look as though he was running away from him. Her pride kicked in and she resisted the urge, holding her ground and hoping he'd silently walk past her.
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