Skye Hawkes

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The door-bell buzzed for a second time.
Skye stuffed her hands in her pockets and whistled a soft tune, as she peered around the dark street- her attention snapping back to the door when she
heard the stiff lock being forced open.
"Sorry. Left my keys up in the room."
Apologising for things I do on purpose, simply because people don't understand, it's tiring.
Mrs. Underbridge  merely shuffled aside for Skye to enter.
"Evening," Skye said plainly as she strode across the hallway, and made her way towards the staircase.
"You-" Mrs. Underbridge began, as she carefully closed the door, so that it wouldn't make much noise (despite the fact Skye's knocking was loud enough to have easily woken anyone inside), "need to stop."
"Stop what?" Skye spun around and scammed Mrs. Underbridge from head to toe. She was a short and slightly plump woman, with auburn hair that was almost always tied into an unintentional messy-bun. She had a caring softness to her round face, though the bags below her eyes were clearly unmistakable.