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Chapter 3

Meanwhile Grace was sitting on the bed. Her father had told her to stay in her room while he was away, looking for Ben.

Grace's gaze swept over the room. It was warm and cosy. Mum would have liked it. Grace swallowed. Then she determinedly blocked out the upcoming thoughts and got up. Sitting here, doing nothing, wasn't good.

She slowly walked to the door and opened it a little. The hallway was dark. But then again, besides her own room, this whole place was dark. She sighed and opened the door a little further. Her father had told her to stay in her room, but what harm could it do to have a closer look at her new home? The distraction would certainly help.

She hesitated for another moment but then her curiosity got the better of her and she stepped into the hallway. To the left there were the stairs leading to the lower floor. To the right there was the bathroom next to her own room. Opposite there was the door that her father had told her led to his bedroom. She shortly contemplated if she should have a look inside but quickly decided against it. After all, she wouldn't want her father rummaging through her room either.

Her gaze fell on the door next to her father's bedroom. Maybe she could throw a look in there? Carefully she walked closer, inwardly wondering why she was trying to make no noise even though she knew she was alone in the house.

With a few steps she was standing in front of the door. When she reached for the handle, however, she realized with surprise that she couldn't touch the door, let alone the handle. Obviously, some invisible barrier was preventing her from coming too close to it.

A small frown appeared on Grace's forehead, the thoughts whirling inside her head. Why was this room warded? What was in there?
She could sense her father's magic radiating strongly from the room. To be fair, it was radiating from every inch of the whole house but the intensity around this room was different, and a lot stronger.

Once again, Grace tried to touch the handle, but to no avail. She pursed her lips and threw the door a frustrated glance. Finally, she turned to the left and descended the stairs.

Downstairs there were three doors. She already knew that one was leading to the kitchen and one to the living room, so she focused her attention on the third door. It was closed.

Grace approached the door, half expecting to be prevented from reaching it again. But this time there were no wards. She could touch the handle without problems.

She took a deep breath and carefully turned the handle. The door wasn't even locked.

The room looked a lot like a library. It was large and there were various shelves with countless books all along the walls and some also in the middle of the room.

Grace slowly walked a few steps into the room. The magic that was radiating from all these tomes sent a shiver down her spine. She unconsciously bit her lip and scanned her surroundings.

Several windows were located along the wall opposite the door, but heavy dark green curtains were hanging before them, making the room look dim and mysterious.

In front of the windows there was a large wooden desk facing the room with a heavy chair behind it. Obviously this was her father's study.

Curiously, Grace decided to throw a closer look. The desk was empty aside from one book that had been opened and then put down, the cover looking up. Grace tiptoed a little closer to the desk, trying to see if she could read the title.

When she was close enough, she raised her eyebrows in surprise. She knew the book, but it certainly wasn't the kind of book she had expected to see in here. It was a copy of "The Tales of Beedle the Bard".