+ a knock on the door
thatdastardlycodfish
pixiedustpan
thenotredamegypsy
claraodonoghue
mrcyberdoctor
therogerscaptain
awfullygreatadventure-er
Wendy let out a sigh of relief as she removed the dozens of pins and clips from her hair, allowing her thick hazel locks to fall down her back without feeling some sort of restriction or ache on her head. The house was pleasantly quiet now that her brothers had been put to bed, and the thought of reading for the remainder of the eve was rather appealing. But peaceful silence within her home shattered when Wendy heard the knocker being rather brutally hit against the wooden door of the house. A frown formed on her face and a sigh left her lips as she hastily made her way downstairs, wrapping a silk dressing gown around her as she hurried down the steps barefoot, minding not to trip.
"Honestly, who visits at this time of night..." She muttered to herself, wondering if her parents had returned home, perhaps already sick of her Grandmother's babbling and decided not to stay in Yorkshire for the rest of the weekend. "Yes?" She questioned, opening the door with a rather irritated expression donned upon her features.
