Thirteen Witches of St. Enda's Hall

Mourning Morning After Party

"I know you can hear me.." A distant voice insisted.

I could feel myself being drawn in by it.

"It was just a mistake!" The sound echos persistently in my head.

"I still love you." It continued.

I yearned for the end.

"I hope you rot in a burning hell, traitorous, lying slut." A new voice chimes in with a low, threatening tone.

The hairs on the back on my neck stand up as my eyes shoot open.

I blink into the darkness trying to make out a figure. At first all I notice is weight next to me on the bed.

I turn to see my roommate's blue eyes shining eirily into the night, far too close to my face.

"Sabrina?" I gasped.

"Do you think she heard me?" She wonders quietly. "It would serve her right, you know..? I know you've been having nightmares, but your dreams are still your escape. She has no right to keep making your thoughts, your prison. How did she even get in your dreams like that?"

"I'm sure she heard you." I sigh, attempting to get comfortable again. "I can't really say that she meant to be lingering so deep in my thoughts. She was asleep."

"So were you." The blonde defended light-heartedly, tucking herself in behind me. "I've known you this long, Little Storybook. You definitely don't reach out like that in your dreams. It's difficult for most of the witches in our coven to impact your dreams as they're happening. I have to believe she was well aware of her influence, but that doesn't explain how she was able to use it."

She curled into my back almost cat-like. Seeming instantly comfortable with me in her embrace.

"Let her try and get in your head again." She dared, lacing our fingers together. "I'll be right here.

It was clear from her voice that she was exhausted by the evening's activities. Not to mention she had woken up the past several nights to check on me.

"I won't let anyone hurt you, Hystorian." She whispered her promise. "Do you trust me?"

"I trust that you'll try." I admit, pulling her closer as I fall back asleep. "Good night, Brina."

"Good night, Orie."

I hadn't slept much.

The two of us woke up fairly early and I agreed to let Sabrina dress us up for breakfast.

Around the house we don't have much of a dress code. Occasionally, we're informed that we should look presentable for one reason or another, but fashion isn't exactly a high point in most of our daily lives.

The blonde had perked up immediately, already much happier to be getting an early start to the day than I was.

"Good morning, girls! You're considerably early." Lana praised the blonde and I as we stepped out onto the patio.

"Good morning, Lana." We said in unison with bright smiles.

The mother witch seemed practically elated by our arrival. Kenzing and Alleigh stumbled out of the house as well, whispering frantically among themselves.

Kenzing was looking quite amused while Aly was almost panicking in her hushed tone.

Not a moment later Doe joined them, grooming her appearance, straightening her dress, smoothing her hair. From across the patio I could make out that she had dirty fingernails. A tell-tale sign she had been in the garden recently. I found it notably odd that she hadn't washed her hands more thoroughly before coming to eat.