Chapter 30– Elmbridge Old Gate, a New Door(10)
From the door frame some small coloured lights began to emerge like butterflies flying on the first day of spring. The butterflies headed for the door lock, and by the time they got there they were completely gone.
'Ready. You can enter now", Johnny told the girl.
Elizabeth opened the door and when she saw the room, she beamed up like a child who saw the foamed sea for the first time. A huge room, in which at least half of the children from the orphanage could sleep. A room ... just hers.
'Do you like the room?" Johnny asked, smiling.
But the girl's response to the boy was just slamming the door behind her, after she got in.
The boy looked at the closed door for a moment, and then he went to his room. He wasn't upset because she slammed the door in his face because he thought he might do the same in her shoes, at first encounter with a world full of magic and unknown.
Elizabeth Edwards began to walk around the room, dancing. The room was arranged exactly the way she wanted it to be.
She checked in turn the cupboards, the bedside tables, the shelves. She had everything ... Even her old and used things were beautifully placed on those shelves in the closet. Dresses, shirts, suits, shoes of all colours. There were also coats, hooded capes and many more.
Her parents' diary, kept very carefully, the most valuable thing for her, but which she didn't open so far to see its purpose, was on the bedside by her bed.
The room was so beautiful, with nicely drawn drapes, with unicorns and woods, with princesses and princes on them. Drawings that represented another wonderful, magic world. And all those drawings walked on that curtain, as if they were alive.
The girl pulled the curtains to admire them better, making it dark. But at that moment, because it was night in the room, the candles hanging on the wall lit themselves. And one of the candles, without the girl even noticing its whereabouts, approached Elizabeth to better illuminate the area the girl wanted to see. When she tried to read what was written on the frame of a painting, the same candle got close to the painting to make the writing easy to read as if it knew the girl's thoughts.
Elizabeth restored the drapery, the candles went out and the one flying on its own went to its place ... somewhere on a closet.
In her magic euphoria, the girl spilled an inkwell on her desk.
It broke into pieces spilling ink and scattering broken glass.
Out of the blue, a broom, a dustpan and a fire poker popped up to start cleaning. That fire poker began to swallow the ink like a hungry fish, and the broom and the dustpan collected the scattered shards all over, so in a few moments nothing seemed to happen. As if by magic, all the mess disappeared.
The girl threw herself into bed and smiled. With eyes closed, happier than ever, she said again:
'I love magic!"
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