Flashback: The Last Supper II Charlotte & Phoebe
charlottemaddockâ:
Charlotte looked up at the sound of the door, somewhat surprised to see her elusive sister let herself in. She looked the same as ever, despite it being over a month since Charlotte had last seen her, which was somehow comforting. Not that Charlotte was worried over Phoebeâs wellbeing or anything - she just liked things as they were. Grass was green, the sky was blue, and Phoebe wore red lipstick and leather jackets and turned up at the house only once in a while. Of course, Charlotte couldnât let such an opportunity slide. Â
âStranger! Thereâs a stranger in our house!â she called out with a grin, her words contrasting with how relaxedly she remained draped across the sofa. Alfieâs exasperated and amused sigh only served to egg Charlotte on, and she raised the comic in her hands, pretending to cower behind it. âMAMA! PHOEBEâS HEREEEEEE!âÂ
Phoebe laughed. She actually laughed. Not one of those sarcastic, roll-your-eyes sort of laughs, but a true, genuine expression of amusement. Something Phoebe had been devoid of in the time she was away. Sure, business had been good, too good, and sheâd have to find some time to slip Alfie the galleons her mother was too proud to accept passing it off as his own, but Phoebe, whether she cared to admit it or not, did miss being home. She missed her motherâs home cooking and her brotherâs advice that was more fatherly then it should be, even her sisterâs clever little quips.
âGood to see you, too.â Phoebe mused before properly greeting her family. Hugs for each of them starting with her big brother and mother then pausing before getting to her little sister, arms outstretched and a wicked smirk mounted across her painted lips. âOh-Â get your ass over here, too!â












