Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28412230-20170424155034/@comment-26854056-20170523204251

Even more clatters and divided whispers could be heard inside, the dejected sounds of children waiting eagerly- yet sullenly- near a stairwell. After another fifteen minutes passed until the door creaked open with a scratchy growl. It was open to just a crack, the faint outline of a short, slightly pudgy, woman with similar features to Leon; chestnut brown hair and peircing blue eyes. She was wearing a faded pastel dress with a flour-stained apron tied around her waist. She looked like she jumped out of a book advertising the American Dream, white picket fence, house in the country- Only if it wasn't for her bloodshot eyes and the desperate, grieving look that greyed her supposedly kind and maternal face.

Elizabeth Maestro, Collie Maestro's widow and Leon's cousin.

She looked up, her face wavering for a split second as she wiped her tear stained cheeks with poofy shirt sleeves.

"Leo... Mi Prima... Thank you so much- I'll find a way to repay you I just-"

Elizabeth's speech died in her throat as she finally paid attention to Harvard. Her face contorted into a scowl as if she bit into a flesh-burning lemon, her eyes brimming in hatred as she blurted out a string of Spanish profanities, her voice shaking as she hissed.

"¿Qué está haciendo aquí este asesino? ¡El bastardo!..."