InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ A Hardened Heart ❯ Chapter 12

Mrs. Weasley was tidying up the room she was going to put Sirius's niece in when the door bell rang. Of course that made Mrs. Black start shrieking. By the time she got downstairs she was sure somebody had closed the curtains on the old woman, for she'd stopped yelling. To her surprise there was a teen around nineteen talking calmly and politely to the painting.

"Now do be a dear keep from hurting your granddaughter's ears, grandmamma. Other wise I will remove any resemblance of vocal cords you have." instead of the woman screaming back obscenities at her she just chuckled proudly.

"Oh course, Kagome. Go ahead up stairs and check on that little kit of yours. Then perhaps later you will come down and chat with me? Hm dear?" by this time a crowd had gathered around the nineteen year old girl and se just smirked mischievously at the painting.

"Maybe. If I'm not training I'll be happy to. You know I could just move you up to my room then you wouldn't have to deal with these people in your house. Just me." the painting nodded.

"Yes ok go ahead and move me, if you can." Kagome smirked and let her hands glow a pale pink color. She ran her hands across the frame of the picture before letting the glow die. Then she simply pulled the painting from the wall and looked at them.

"Anyone of you want to tell me where my room is or do I need to call my kit?" at this Mrs. Weasley burst into action.

"Now now dear follow me. I'll give you a tour and then we'll introduce you to the others hm?" she was bustling up the stairs and Kagome just shrugged and took the steps two at a time. She beat Mrs. Weasley to the top easily and then turned down the corner to were the room no one could get into lay. She approached the door, a look of fascination on her face. She didn't touch the door handle but ran her fingers over the hinges. This surprisingly was the key to the door and it swung open the real hinges where the door knob was. The room was a Victorian gothic layout. Everything was a deep crimson and black. She smiled and turned to the others.

"I'll take grandmama's room." she quickly placed the picture of Mrs. Black on the wall and let her hand glow a deep blue color. The picture became stuck to the wall once again as her and trailed over the framework. She turned back to the stunned men and women in the hall way and sighed. When they didn't even seem to notice she walked out of the room and past them. Now to find where that woman had put her stuff.