As Atticus made his way through the dimly lit hallway, he found himself face to face with the imposing figure of Magnus.
Seeing him, Atticus immediately paid his respects and bowed. "Grandfather," he greeted.
'What is he doing here?' he thought inwardly, his thoughts racing, trying to figure out why Magnus was here.
Apart from the time Magnus came into his room and today's event, he hadn't met him in the mansion ever since.
Magnus was a huge enigma. He doesn't come to dinner, doesn't spend time with the family, he was always on his own doing only God knows what. Growing up, Atticus had learn to live with this.
Magnus was basically the exact opposite of Freya. She was the epitome of calmness and grace. She doesn't speak nor act unless she felt it was needed, but even then, she constantly expresses her love for her grandchildren. Not a single day would pass that Freya wouldn't check up on each of them.
