As the noises of multiple objects were heard on the coffee table, the woman put down a book she held in her lap, eyes on the couple for a split second to one of her most favorite things, flowers. The curve on the edge of her lips lifted in amusement, staring at a couple of little Geraniums standing gracefully on its lustrous ceramic pots. Being a perfectionist florist she is, Josette indeed loving every detail of it.

“Lovely,” she uttered, gently putting the book next to it before getting up from her seat and picking up the plants, “I will take the best care of it.”

The brunette left the group that most likely just chilling enjoying the warmth of the fireplace after thanking Salem for what he brought to her vision, heading to the garden at the back of the mansion. Her clumping footsteps eventually stopped as she stomped her feet on the pavement, steps closer to the family's greenhouse.

It's been a year since she became a part of this family. She has been through a lot of fun and heartwarming moments alongside them, a year-long feeling accepted as who she is. The family wouldn't let her down, if she falls though, everyone would help her to stand and be strong as she should. None of them will leave anyone behind, just like the idea of the family she dreamed of. Just thinking about everything about the family warms her heart. From wholesome to chaotic moments, who would think behind the great plays some dorky people often threaten each other to death because of silly things.

A rumble of thunder was heard the moment she took a bag of gardening tools. She looked up to the sky through the transparent greenhouse roof just to realize the night was not happy enough. With a short hum, Josette sprinting out of the place, going back inside the mansion while holding those things tightly in her arms.

Housekeeper, they would say. Josette is one of the mansion residents who is found quite often wandering around just to make sure every part of the place is neat in the daytime. Though, she won't bother to clean it all, not particularly. Josette always asked who's responsible for it, everybody knows the rest. Probably when she dies, her ghost would haunt them just for it, she joked once. However, she mostly spend her time after dawn inside her room to play some instruments, sometimes with her boyfriend or merely just painting and watching movies all night. Her room is nothing but fancy and unique stuff being placed. She loves to decorate the room with something that describes a dark aesthetic perfectly. Almost everything people can find inside her room are black, red, and gold colored things. Hell, she is commonly known as a vampire in this Cult. Jokingly of course, unless?
Being girly she is, what's inside her closet might change the impression of the bedroom owner. Probably a perfect embodiment of two opposite sides she has.

Things change slightly when she is having a tiring day or bad mood. Instead of staying inside her lovely chamber, the woman would practice her martial arts in the training room. Located in the lower ground, one of the big rooms in this mansion transformed to be a place where workouts is commonly happen. Before the plays, this place is also pretty useful for the motion practice.

Josette just stepped into the lower ground hallway. Like it or not, she has to grab the fertilizer in the storage room before taking care of the plants upstairs. Take it as a light workout, she thought.
On halfway through, she noticed the training room opened followed by a squeaking sound of a pair of shoes. Her eyebrows curved in response, the woman slowed down her steps just to check out Phoebe currently doing either working out session or warm-up, she couldn't tell.

“In the mood to kick some asses?” she asked, seeing her stopping her movement as she turned her back to the door's direction. “Or sack?” she continued playfully before bouncing her eyebrows and passed the room without letting the smile fade.