02-05-2016, 08:35 AM
Knock-knock-knock
Knuckles on the door announced the arrival of guests that Margot and Ned both seemed anxious (albeit in their own ways) to meet. Margot glanced quick and brief to the other two in the kitchen before announcing "I've got it" and exiting one room and moving through others to reach the front door.
So, it wasn't a hollered 'come in' to invite the pair in, but rather the sound of the latch turning-twisting-clicking and the door pulling open from the inside. It wasn't The Doc that answered the door, but what must have been one of his apprentices instead.
Margot appeared as a very petite young lady, perhaps five feet even at best (but taller tonight with those heels! not by much but you take what you can get), with a young face and wide, inquisitive eyes. She had nut-brown hair that was curled and styled and hovered neatly in between her jaw and shoulder lines. A small silver hoop was pierced through her right nostril, and her outfit was appropriate for interviews, church sermons, and things of that nature.
She'd started with a smile and greeting soon as the door was open. "Hello!"
Whatever manners she'd learned through childhood when it came to opening doors and letting guests in were forgotten in the initial impression of the pair. Maybe it was because she'd forgotten exactly what their names were (was planning on using Mr. and Mrs. Hyde but that sounds too proper, but she didn't quite know if first name basis was kosher or not, oh social woes!). More truthfully, though, it was the impression that the pair of them made. Specifically, the impression that Pen made. Margot was staring at her, impressed, when she stepped back and pulled the door open along with her to invite them both in.
Where should the scotch go? Margot blinked and nodded her head toward the interior of the house. "Ahhh, The Doc and Ned are in the kitchen. Scotch probably goes there."
Then: "Uhh, can I take your coats?"
Knuckles on the door announced the arrival of guests that Margot and Ned both seemed anxious (albeit in their own ways) to meet. Margot glanced quick and brief to the other two in the kitchen before announcing "I've got it" and exiting one room and moving through others to reach the front door.
So, it wasn't a hollered 'come in' to invite the pair in, but rather the sound of the latch turning-twisting-clicking and the door pulling open from the inside. It wasn't The Doc that answered the door, but what must have been one of his apprentices instead.
Margot appeared as a very petite young lady, perhaps five feet even at best (but taller tonight with those heels! not by much but you take what you can get), with a young face and wide, inquisitive eyes. She had nut-brown hair that was curled and styled and hovered neatly in between her jaw and shoulder lines. A small silver hoop was pierced through her right nostril, and her outfit was appropriate for interviews, church sermons, and things of that nature.
She'd started with a smile and greeting soon as the door was open. "Hello!"
Whatever manners she'd learned through childhood when it came to opening doors and letting guests in were forgotten in the initial impression of the pair. Maybe it was because she'd forgotten exactly what their names were (was planning on using Mr. and Mrs. Hyde but that sounds too proper, but she didn't quite know if first name basis was kosher or not, oh social woes!). More truthfully, though, it was the impression that the pair of them made. Specifically, the impression that Pen made. Margot was staring at her, impressed, when she stepped back and pulled the door open along with her to invite them both in.
Where should the scotch go? Margot blinked and nodded her head toward the interior of the house. "Ahhh, The Doc and Ned are in the kitchen. Scotch probably goes there."
Then: "Uhh, can I take your coats?"