She was beginning to get excited. They'd stopped outside a door;
her door. "I'd love to show them to you. Maybe you could even help me with them sometime." She said with a quirky smile, poking her fingers together excitedly. "I already mentioned I'm a bit bad at them. Excuse any odd clouds and plumes they cause."
Maggie sucked in a breath and stepped inside when offered. Sure enough, inside was a room not so unlike her own. It wasn't as oddly shaped as the old cottage was. However, the walls looked old, and the furniture well loved. Empty bookshelves of ancient wood sat ready to hold tomes and volumes. An old bed perched just by the medieval looking window. Dreary faded curtains, heavy and tall, framed said window like a painting. Her kitchen was small but functional. A table and desk were included. All ready to be personalized.
"How wonderful.." She said with a giggle, walking through her room with wide eyes. Her hat moved, and slipped onto the floor. Atop her head was a shadow like cat, awoken from a nap and using this vantage point to take in the digs.
Maggie breathed in and clapped her hands together. "Perfect." She spun, her frock twirling from the motion. "Mr. Sparrow, thank you so much for your help. I think I will really enjoy myself here."
"Come by any time. I'll make you tea."
