Family

When Allen reached his home in southern Dorset, he almost didn't recognize his own house. From a distance, he saw that the little villa that had once been red brick with white windows was now covered in great masses of pink, red, and purplish-red carnations. These were nothing like the delicate flowers usually planted in soil; under the power of magic, they climbed the walls and burst wildly into bloom, each one wearing a brilliant smile. They swayed in the wind, whispering in twos and threes, while some of the flowers peered secretly through the dining room windows at the sumptuous feast laid out on the table inside.

The yard was shaded by green trees, and a floral arch stretched from the gate all the way to the front door, its sides twined with lush green vines and beautiful blossoms. Countless golden birds, silver stars, and colorful balloons floated and fluttered everywhere, lighting up the originally gloomy sky.

The entire Harris family had gathered in front of the door, all of them dressed with great formality. Mr. Owen Harris, now a man of high position and great influence, stood there with a decorative gentleman's cane in hand, wearing the very three-piece suit he had worn when he was elected Minister. His second son Lenn, also in formal dress, stood behind him; Morgan le Fay quickly smoothed the folds of her deep-blue moiré silk dress; Josephine adjusted the French-style hat that was already supposed to sit at an angle; Daisy wore a thin silver-gray dress, with red roses tucked into her braid and at her chest; Albert, in his H94 Uniform, looked dashing and valiant. The whole family watched expectantly as the car sped toward them from afar.

When the car came to a steady stop, Owen hurried forward a few