Droplets spotted the windshield. Freya winced when the wipers squeaked in protest. The sun was still shining despite the drizzle, [i]a witch is getting married[/i]. At least, gran used to say. Shaking her head she parked the yellow buggie along the side of the house. In the trunk, she pulled out the luggage case and messenger. Well, this was it huh? 

The house was perfectly adorable with plenty of traditional charm. She loved how close it was to campus too. Whilst approaching the house, she couldn't help marvel at the ivy arching up the sides, and the bevy of wildflowers and greenery claiming dominance throughout. Nature reclaiming its land, and yet it complimented the old house. She took the steps and hesitated, someone else was here. Another tenant. 

[Color=dimgray]"'Morning."[/color] She said, offered a small smile and then she checked her cell. Was she too early? She slipped the phone away and bit her lip. The air was chillier around here. She rubbed her arm, even with the field jacket, an odd chill seaped through. Or was it just her?