The Mysterious Melancholy of Lily Pottinger

Lilly, a young orphan gets the chance of a lifetime when she gets a job as a scullery maid in the O'Laery Mansion, but Lily is no ordinary child, strange things are happening all around her and they couldn't all be a coincidence. In this tale of melted chocolate, Magic and a mysterious locket, will Lily find the truth before the truth finds her? Read on to find out.
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9. Chapter 8 : Rebekah's Room

Chapter 8

Purple Room

I don't really know what happened next, Rebekah said I cried myself to sleep lying beside Madam Beatrice' dead body, but the next thing I knew I felt like I was lying on a soft, fluffy cloud. I was reluctant to open my eyes but I knew that if I didn't I would never again want too.

I slowly prised my eyes open and took in my surroundings, I was lying on a master sized bed surrounded by cushions of all different shapes and sizes and more different shades of purple than you could possibly think of. It had lilac silk sheets and a big thick, soft, silk duvet.

I looked up to see a luscious deep purple velvet canopy with yellow stars beautifully embroidered and soft purple curtains around it to match, which were held back by velvet ropes and were held up by twisted oak poles with delicate pictures carved into them.

Their was a ginormous oak wardrobe that matched the bed and it looked big enough to for someone to live in and their was a set of Alsatian-sized drawers to match.

Their was an ornate oak chest at the foot of the bed that was so bulging full of books that it wouldn't close and was just lying open instead, surrounded by piles of books that won't fit in the chest.

Over in the corner there was a great oak writing desk and chair, it had an ink pot and quill sitting on an expensive looking piece of parchment which was surrounded by more books.

This was definitely Rebekah's room, back when she lived at the orphanage we would sit for ours in Madam Beatrice's little library reading and drawing landscapes and portraits of each other on the big writing desk under the window.

The walls where cream with lilac flowers delicately painted to look like they where creeping up the walls.

Their was one large window that was covered by long heavy rose embroidered purple drapes and a comfy looking deep purple patchwork sofa under the window which was covered in more pillows and books.

I felt something soft, gently stroking my hand and I tensed, the hand stopped.

"Lily," Rebekah whispered

I tried to reply but my throat was dry and I'd lost my voice from crying so all that came out was a frail croak.

"The doctor said that you mustn't speak," she said softly, "now you must rest or you'll never get your voice back"

A feebly nodded my head and I drifted back off too sleep.

Hey guys, sorry I haven't updated in a while but I have exams all week and I've been studying a lot. Also my best friends been having a ruff time with school pressure so I've been doing a lot of tutoring.

I should be uploading regular chapters again soon so keep reading it's about to get dramatic.

Sincerely :

Luna Lovegood

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