The Astrid mansion is as big as it is on the outside, maybe even bigger. It has black and white marble floors, squeaky clean. Marble columns, and a big painting of a woman with blonde hair, and a man with dark brown curly hair. That must be-
"Viveca?" A low, booming voice echoes through the high ceilings. A tall man walks out, black voids for eyes. His skin is pale, just like Viveca. Not Auntie Viveca, not even aunt. She can't take Auntie's label. She won't.
"Ah, Flora." He says, bringing his hands into the air. He stops when he sees my pastel pink flower dress.
"MIKEY!" He yells in the air. I flinch, until I hear a load crack and look behind Uncle Denzell. A small house elf.
"Mikey, please make sure Flora's room is ready and give her some appropriate clothes." He says, not even sparing a look at the timid creature.
"Yes Master!" It says before it disappears into thin air.
"Appropriate clothing? Is someone coming?" I ask, looking at Uncle while he leads me into another big room with big chandeliers.
"You're just like Arabella, with her big mouth. We're going to have to do something about that." He answers, completely ignoring my question. I notice that Viveca hasn't said a word this whole time. She keeps her mouth shut, her black dress making her blend into the shadows of the house. The load crack returns, and I see Mikey standing by the doorway.
"It is ready, Master." He informs.
"Good, Flora please follow Mikey." He pushes me towards the elf, who leads me out of the room. He leads me through the big doorways, passing large stained glass windows, and huge sparkly artifacts. I wonder if I would get lost in this mansion, it's so big, yet so empty. So black. He finally leads me to a black door with a gold doorknob. Squeaky clean.
"You're room, Master." He says, bowing his head so low that his nose touches the ground.
"Oh, don't call me that!" I fuss.
"Right, very sorry Mistress Flora." He says agian.
"No-"
"MIKEY!" I hear Uncle's loud voice shout agian. And just like that, Mikey is gone. I turn back to the door, opening it. I'm met with another black room, with small gold and green decorations. A huge bed, almost the same size as my room that I stayed at with the Potter's. On the black sheets of the bed, I see a black dress with gold stars littering all over it. This must be what I need to change into. I grab the dress, quickly realizing that my suitcase is standing my the dresser across the room. How did that get there? I walk to my bathroom, which reeks of heavy, expensive perfume. I put on the dress, which is somewhat comfortable. It has no sleeves, and gold swirls decorating the hips.
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