They approached the house and Ferris squinted, yawning sleepily. "Your grandmother lives in the middle of nowhere, Princess."
"I am aware," she said primly. The house was a mansion, surround by an old iron fence, which ivy and other leaves grew on. The whole house seemed covered in greenery, and looked old and dusty. They approached large, iron gates, and Fleur pushed them open.
The door creaked open and an old woman stared out, peering over large, horn-rimmed glasses. "Who are you? Vhat do you want?"
She squinted, her watery blue eyes magnified by her glasses. It took a moment for her to recognize Fleur, but when she did, she threw the door open, crying out. "любимый!" she called, pulling Fleur into a hug and smothering her in kisses, her large earrings batting against Fleur's face.
She rained kisses down on her head. "Я тоже скучал по тебе, моя сладкая." She frowned, squinting at Ferris. "Это кто?"
Alyona squinted, hobbling over with her cane and tapping at Ferris' feet. She frowned before looking up at Fleur. "Флер, он твой парень?"
She cackled, giving them a toothless smile before heading back to the door. "Вы хотите, чтобы он был? Вы правы; он милашка." Ferris looked at her in confusion.
Fleur glowered as her flush deepened, and she took Ferris's arm for a moment as she followed, dropping it once they were inside. "Я здесь не для этого. I have some questions for you."
