#puck010

It was a miracle that she wasn’t on the ground yet, running about back and forth with her hair a mess on the top of her head, as she attempted to make herself slightly presentable at the sound of the doorbell. She was barely hanging on. Packing wasn’t as terrible as she’d thought it be, but it wasn’t a walk in the park either. It had been a miracle that she had convinced her parents that she could do this, too many hands in the kitchen was never a good idea and it seemed fitting that she’d do it by herself. That however didn’t stop her from inviting the boy on the other end of the door, “hey stranger--”