The three of them walked along the narrow hallways of the Manor. Esme kept turning her head from side to side, admiring the architecture of the old house. They were approaching the wing opposite her room that felt like an hour's walk. Her eyes were fixated on the moving paintings, that all seemed to look disgusted by her, one after the one continued to give her snobby and loathing looks. But she ignored it, continuing to smile graciously.