*Elizabeta Hedérváry, 3rd person view*
"Mom, dad, I'm home!" she shouted as she entered her house.
"Hi honey" her mother's voice answered absently from upstairs. Ah. She's on facebook, as usual.
"How was school today?" her dad's answered from the kitchen, she knew he was cooking, from the warm smell that drifted to her nose.
Or maybe cooking wasn't exactly the right word. The smell had a faint but sweet, lingering scent to it. He's refilling his poison supplies again, I see.
"So what are you brewing this time? Goblinsbane?" Elizabeta asked as she went to him.
"Can't you tell? It's Panaroxia. Paralyzes them for almost ten minutes if used correctly. Someone hasn't done her homework~" her father replied cheerily.
His voice dropped the cheerful tone and became serious.
"So any news about the attack at school? How is ________ feeling? I heard she lives with that newly moved in family now, until her parents come back. Poor thing.
I wonder why she's there though, and not living with any of her relatives instead.
Must have been quite a trauma for her, being attacked at school, in broad daylight and all that."
"Yeah she lives with Vladimir and his family right now.
Gilbert and I went to visit her at home yesterday, remember.
We brought some muffins for her, but when we came there, she was asleep so we left the muffins and a note, saying we had been visiting."
"Ah, so that's what you and Gilbert were doing down in the kitchen yesterday. Baking.
I thought he was just here gossiping as usual, but maybe I was wrong."
"Dad! Gilbert might gossip a little bit sometimes, but he does more things than just that!"
*Hrm hrm* he cleared his throat a little bit and looked down at her from the stove, a dark expression on his face.
"And would you mind, Eliza, to tell me exactly what kind of other things
he does, hmm?" he said, his right foot stomping up and down in a way which made it obvious he was not pleased.
"Oh, no no, Dad, not that kind of things!!" she said as she facepalmed herself.
"Uhm, okay, I just wanted to make sure. But you're my precious little girl! I can't help but worry about you all the time."
A bit embarassed, her father excused himself.
"That's the reason why I've been training you, y'kno? So you'll be able to defend yourself incase, well incase, I'm not there to help you when you need it."
Elizabeta saw a hint of sadness in her dad's eyes as he said that, but he quickly turned around to continue with the strange brew. So that I won't end up like grandpa...
she silently ended her father's sentence in her mind.
They both went silent for a few seconds, but in an attempt to heighten the gloomy atmosphere, she changed the subject.
"Any new sightings?"
"Hmm, yes. They told me there had been some strange activity going on at the edge of an eastern forest, just a few kilometres away from here. I had planned on taking you with me this time, for backup, since I've heard it's a bit stronger than the ordinary ones.
We were gonna go there today, but seeing as _____ was in such trouble,
I thought that m'be you were worried, and that you might've wanted to stay here instead."
"So you're going alone then? Is that what the panaroxia is for?"
"Yes, just incase I'd need it."
"Okay then. I think I'll-"
Elizabeta's statement was cut short by the ringing of her cellphone from one of the frontpockets of her jeans.
"Yes, Elizabeta here?" she asked into the phone as she walked out of the kitchen in order to talk undisturbed, grabbing an apple from a fruitbowl on the way out.
"Yo, Eliza! It's zhe super more-awesome-than-god Gilbert calling!"
"So, what did you want to talk about?" she curiously asked and took a small bite out of the apple.
"Vell, I zhought that maybe we could visit _____ today? To see how she's feeling and all that stuff.
It's not like we had the chance to ask her zhat yesterday, other than right after she was attacked.
And vhen we finally came home to visit her,
she was rude enough to be asleep on the sofa!
I mean, if it hadn't been for all zhe trauma zhat day, I wouldn't have forgiven her!
But enough about that.
So I was wondering if maybe you vanted to come with me? You won't have to wait for me, I'm allready on my vay to your house right now, just zhought I'd call you first to see if you were at home!" She could her him grin on the other side of the phone.
"Ah, I don't know if I really got all that, you spoke too fast, but I think I got most of it.
Anyway, I think I'll go with you, I'm a bit worried about _____ too."
"Awesome! Be zhere in five min. Bye!"
"Bye" she said as she ended the call. He really should try to speak slower sometimes.
"Who was it?" her dad asked, still brewing poison in the kitchen, when he heard the call had ended.
"Gilbert. Oh and dad, I'll be going to visit ______ now, in case you wonder where I'm going." Eliza said as she went to get her shoes and jacket.
"Well yeah, I thought so. I guess I was right to withdraw you from the mission this time."
her dad replied.
"Are you serious!? You want us to go visit _____, but you don't know where Vladimir lives?" Elizabeta asked Gilbert as she facepalmed, a bit annoyed.
"Tsk! It's not like it's my fault that zhe map is unreadable!" Gilbert said with Gilbird, his pet bird, sitting on his head, as he pulled a piece of paper from one of the pockets on his jacket, unfolding it and handing it to Eliza.
Vladimir had given them his address earlier today, around 12 o'clock, during the lunchbreak. He hadn't been to school at all today before then, and after leaving a note with his adress written on it, he had quickly disappeared again.
"Lemme see." Elizabeta said as she shot a glance at the bird. He gave her a cold stare in return. She didn't really like Gilbird that much, it's just that his eyes...
His eyes had always been a bit too intelligent for a simple bird, and to be honest it creeped her out alittle.
But, since he always seemed to like Gilbert so much, and he him, she tried to swallow her uneasyness, telling herself that she being irrational.
But still, it was a bit creepy that even though the bird was almost as old as Gilbert, he still looked like a newly-grown chicken, just with bigger wings.
Gilbert pulled a small paper map, which seemed to be printed off from the internet, out from another one of his pockets, which he also gave to her.
"So? Vhere is she?"
"Gilbert, just because I can read a map, doesn't mean I can find out where Vladimir's house is just like that. Why didn't you just use Google or something?"
"I did, but it just said 'place could not be identified'.
I checked everything, streetnumber, postcode and all that stuff.
Maybe that's why he wrote between which other streets his vas?"
"Well, okay, if Google didn't work, I guess it really wasn't your fault."
("I allready told you it wasn't") he said sourly, almost whispering.
Eliza just ginored him.
"Oh, I think I'm close to finding it now. I found both of the two other..."
Her voice faded.
"Strange. I can't seem to find Vladimir's street. Maybe I missed it..."
She pointed with her index finger on the names of the two other streets which had been written on the note.
"There's nothing there... Well, maybe the map is too old, and maybe that's why it didn't show up. I guess we'll simply have to go there and look for his house ourselves, then."