Snitch

It becomes very difficult to find my way back to Estella’s house. It’s been months since I- since the old me came here; since I ever stepped foot out of the castle, the haunted castle.

I wonder around before I catch the sight of the little cottage seated oddly besides other much more developed houses.

The only new thing that I can remember that wasn’t there before is Estella seated comfortably on the stairs.

When she sees me coming closer, she stands on her feet and crosses her arms on her chest.

“How did you know that I was coming?” She shrugs and my fingers flex on the string on my bag.

“I had some in-tell from a powerful source,” She turns her back to me and walks in to the house with a beckon to me and so, I follow.

“What are you talking about?”

“I had a hunch that you were c