Bronte
Stopping short when she saw her sibling, she blinked for a moment, the corner of her mouth twitching down. "What are you doing? Actually, not important. You're too small to go down into the basement, you shrimp," she muttered before casting looks about in case of her mother. "Besides, A and I have stuff to do down there. So, scoot." Heading down, she reached for a light switch before finally getting her fingers to it. "Whoa, this is cool," she smiled, hopping down two at a time. She looked into where Charles had once run his practice, its grizzly past a mystery.