Digby & Martha || xander + eva
The Magnuson Estate was extensive, probably to the point where people might wonder if the family who occupied the property ever actually saw one another. It was true that, if you knew where to go, one might easily disappear for days on end. However, the Magnuson children and their collective decades of occupancy on the estate had scouted out all the best hiding places, which was part of the reason why it was so easily for Eva to find her brother.
Despite the tragedy that had brought Eva back to the island, the youngest Magnuson sibling was rather happy to be taking some time off from school. Despite being bored throughout the days (at least the ones where she wasn't sleeping off whatever hang over she'd been left with from the night before), she felt much more at ease in the familiar halls of her family's home. Here she did not have to deal with questions and invitations and pointless gossip spewed at her by the gaggle of girls she socialized with at school. Here she felt as if she could be invisible, should she want. Today, however, she did not want to be invisible in the slightest.
Xander was exactly where she figured, tucked away in a rather dark corner for a house on a tropical island. People might believe he was brooding, but Eva knew he was concentrating on whatever book currently had his attention. She pushed aside a thought of leaving him be, much more interested in finding amusement than anything else.
"I have a grand idea," Eva announced, walking into the room, leaning over the back off the chair currently occupied by her brother, wrapping her arms around him affectionately and resting her chin on his shoulder.
"I saw we wear the fanciest ourfits we can muster up and go out to dinner as Digby and Martha... two siblings who were given a grand tour from their beloved grandmama," Eva informed him, making up most of the story as she went. "They always heard of this beautiful island and just had to experience it for themselves. Oh! And they're British!" Eva added, momentarily adopting an atrocious accent.
Eva straightened up and walked over to the nearest unoccupied chair, collapsing dramatically into it. Their game of pretending to not be Magnusons did not work nearly as well on the island where everyone knew them by sight, but she still hoped for something to break up the monotony and distract her.
