“Look at this, Ave. This is what I was trying to show you. It’s so funny.” Izzy thrust her phone under Ava’s nose. The white medieval castle on the screen was crowned with a jumble of angled roof slabs and turrets and covered in vermillion tiles.
“Well, yep that’s certainly lovely but not so hilarious.”
“But wait, don’t look at me like that. This is the castle. The one known as Dracula’s castle in Romania. Guess what it’s called? Go on.”
“Um … Castle Vlad? Fangtacular Castle?”
“No, Bran Castle!”
“Yeah. Definitely not funny.”
My God. Now even the image she’d picked from the film to distract herself with was ruined. There was no escaping him.
Izzy and Ava, post viewing the 1930’s film Dracula, at Melbourne’s gloriously art deco Astor theatre – Siren’s Wave novel.