Scott and Waverly
She laughed, taking his hand. "This way."
The house she was living in wasn't as big as Xavier's mansion. It was also quite a bit newer. But it was just as elegant, and very welcoming, full of high ceilings and balconies on the second floor. It was as if the place had been designed for Waverly specifically.
She led him up the stairs to the master bedroom. It was large, with an enormous bed, made of wrought iron.