Different World, Still a Klutz
There is a small *pop*.
And then Bella Swan materializes, standing in the doorway with a very befuddled expression gracing her features. Has she been here before? Maybe. But the place doesn’t seem altogether very familiar. Scuffing her shoes on the floor as she walks, she slides her fingers through her hair to shield her face from being noticed by the strangers. If Edward were here, he wouldn’t have to see her to find her… Yet, how could he be? She doesn’t even know how she got here.
Wandering further into the entrance hall, her brow furrows anxiously and she crosses her arms, looking to her left and right… and then trips on a random weighted statue of a rabbit meant to prop open the front door.
Figures.
Typist: For Edward, or anyone else.