Newb.

"Wow. Why are you reading that?" I asked Willow, who was sitting in a big Victorian chair she brought over from her manor in England, reading (what looked like) a dictionary.

Glancing up with a, 'why are you here, please go away before I kill you' expression on her face, she flatly said, "It's the entire works of Sherlock Holmes; one of my personal favourites."

I peered over so I could see what it was like. "So... what's it about?"
Willow scoffed. "Nothing you could ever dream of comprehending."
"Are you sure? I've heard good ratings on the movies." I replied.

Willow just stared at me blankly.
"You know, theatrical productions?"
Nothing.
"M-o-v-i-e-s?"
I was positive she was staring into my soul by now.
"Like Broadway recorded on film."
"You're not helping me understand this concept." She finally said.
"It's not a CONCEPT, it's-" I suddenly remembered who I was talking to. The girl who practically lives in the Victoria era(minus the attire, but she still dresses pretty fancy!) "Oh forget it. Ask Sonali to show you sometime."

"Sheesh, you would think a genius would know what a movie is... And they even had film and cameras back a hundred years ago!" I mumbled.


The door may open for her, but...

Whether or not she will walk through the door is up to her.

~Lily~