Mavis stare out the window, her fingers ticking impatiently against the windowsill. She watches two crows hopping around the dead and wilted grass, their beady eyes gawking at her silhouette.
"Well, hello there." she says cheerily.
"Who are you greeting?" Mavis jerks from her sitting position, frightened at her mother's sudden voice.
"Just two little birds." her voice is laced with nervousness. Her mother, not satisfied with the answer, slowly stalks towards the window, holding a knitted rag in her hands. The two crows visibly jump in the air, and fly away fluently.
"Mentiroso," she swats Mavis with the rag, "those are omens."
Mavis let her head fall down, feeling heat rush to her cheeks. Mavis knew what her mother thought about a lot of things, but she never considered it to
