Octavia sat her soaked umbrella at the door and let Hunter lead her to the waiting room. Octavia was sure Mrs.Wilkshire would have another fit about being a lady and keeping out of the rain and mud. Octavia took of her hat and ran her fingers through her long curly dirty blonde hair. As Octavia looked about the room a figure caught her eye. How lovely this figure moved across the room, her posture straight and her smile bright. Octavia knew who this fair girl was. A loud defiant scoff made the girl turn suddenly. She smiled when she saw Octavia sitting on the large couch reclined and smirking slyly at her.
"Hey Melody," Octavia tried to say with an almost forced manly tone, only managing to choke a little from the force. Melody giggled and walked off down the hall. Octavia only sighed and lay her head back again to relax.