With her husband at work and her brother currently away from home, Adrienne had contented herself to a quiet day. She’d already gone over the meals for the day with Madame Baudelaire, so thought to get some reading done, or perhaps some embroidery. The two calls she had to pay today were for closer friends, and so she hardly felt the need to rush or fuss over her appearance too much beforehand. After making herself a cup of tea which proceeded to float just by her shoulder, Adrienne picked up her book and made her way into her sitting room.
Settling into their house at Wellingtonshire proved to be a much quieter place than she was used to. While sprawling, the Selwyn estate always seemed to be bustling with activity. There were times when she missed it, for it was within the chaos that the witch found she could usually disappear for a horseback ride with Aristide without anyone the wiser. Here in her own home there was no need for such antics, but that didn’t mean she didn’t feel the compulsion all the same.
So it was a surprise when she slipped into her sitting room that there was a figure waiting for her, and she blinked. A quiet rattle told her that her teacup had bumped into her shoulder as she came to a halt. For a moment’s hesitation, Adrienne stared at the floating man before recognition set in. “The ghost from the lake!” she recalled with some delight as she rediscovered her footing and drew forward. While she wasn’t sure she would have ever seen the ghost again, the last place she ever thought he would have ended up was here in her sitting room. It would have been better for her to call her maid to escort the ghost out; however much like in the lake, her curiosity got the better of her.
“Monsieur Wye, a pleasure to finally make your acquaintance.” She peered up at him, surveying his clothes once more - obviously unchanged. “Adrienne Lestrange —” A thought occurred to her and she laughed. “If you’re the ghost from the lake, would that make me the Lady of the Lake?” Perhaps it wasn’t the best attempt at wordplay, however she’d quite enjoyed the venture into Arthurian legends that their last conversation had provided.
Settling into their house at Wellingtonshire proved to be a much quieter place than she was used to. While sprawling, the Selwyn estate always seemed to be bustling with activity. There were times when she missed it, for it was within the chaos that the witch found she could usually disappear for a horseback ride with Aristide without anyone the wiser. Here in her own home there was no need for such antics, but that didn’t mean she didn’t feel the compulsion all the same.
So it was a surprise when she slipped into her sitting room that there was a figure waiting for her, and she blinked. A quiet rattle told her that her teacup had bumped into her shoulder as she came to a halt. For a moment’s hesitation, Adrienne stared at the floating man before recognition set in. “The ghost from the lake!” she recalled with some delight as she rediscovered her footing and drew forward. While she wasn’t sure she would have ever seen the ghost again, the last place she ever thought he would have ended up was here in her sitting room. It would have been better for her to call her maid to escort the ghost out; however much like in the lake, her curiosity got the better of her.
“Monsieur Wye, a pleasure to finally make your acquaintance.” She peered up at him, surveying his clothes once more - obviously unchanged. “Adrienne Lestrange —” A thought occurred to her and she laughed. “If you’re the ghost from the lake, would that make me the Lady of the Lake?” Perhaps it wasn’t the best attempt at wordplay, however she’d quite enjoyed the venture into Arthurian legends that their last conversation had provided.
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