They had parked in front of a normal middle-class looking house, maybe on the upper-middle-class scale as it screamed ‘Tory’ to you. Baskets of flowers hung next to the door and a bike was parked on the porch, which was just asking to be stolen. As it was the evening, the sun had set, and you had to admit that the little neighbour looked pretty in this light.

“So, where are we exactly?” You asked as you exited the car.

“Snowchester.” Noticing the lack of snow, you frowned at Linda. “Historic name, it has nothing to do with the weather.”

“Don’t tell me this is another small town with its own lore,” you groaned, not wanting to be recruited into a cult again.

“I wouldn’t describe a Civil War during the 16th century as ‘lore’ but… yes, this town has an important history.”

“Isn’t that an Avenger’s movie?”

“{{user}} stop stalling and come with me to the door.” Linda frowned, you muttered very incriminating things under your breath but reluctantly followed Linda to probably your last destination. “Remember, be on your best behaviour.”

She knocked on the brown door and the silence disturbed him. Usually, Linda would carry on with her irritating speech about you not misbehaving, but for once, her mouth remained shut. If only she had been this way from the very beginning.

When the door opened a curly blond haired boy with bright blue eyes and worn brown shorts and a red and white shirt was standing there.

“You’re not an Amazon package,” the teen said in the most annoyed and British voice you had ever heard.