<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/15/9b/d8/159bd8603767a84d1b47b7e2fdce9c45--melanie-martinez-makeup-melanie-martinez-style.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Constance De Vil<br/><strong>TIME/DATE:</strong>8:00am 20th of October 2017<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Hell Hall (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/87/52/de/8752dec6e95f54bfb45bb72e7b944f27--halloween-art-environment-design.jpg)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Uther Hook<br/><strong>MISC INFORMATION:</strong><br/><br/>The knock came and Harry, an older man who had a long, crooked nose and lanky body answered it. "Mr. Uther, come in. The mistress asked me to show you to her when you arrived." Of course Constance would have trusted Harry not to tell her mother. She trusted him with her life after everything he'd done for her and there weren't many people she would trust with that.<br/><br/>The man lead Uther through the house to the door that lead downstairs into the basement or cellar of the house. Her mother never came here so she could work undisturbed. Only because she was planning to get the hell out of here did it not matter that she was letting Uther know where her workshop was. As the door to the upstairs opened, Constance could be seen pulling something apart, but she seemed quite focused on it, only her words belied her. "You have ten minutes to tell me what was so worth it you had to email me and demand this little meeting."<br/><br/>She didn't look up as she grabbed a screwdriver, her mind partially focused on the box before her as she waited to listen to Uther.