That Witch Bitch: Continued

He knows

You didn't sleep that night at all.

You kept remembering the magic and a huge grin would wash over your face.

You lay on your bed for a while and I t was morning before you knew it.

Since no one had breakfast anymore, you decided to head straight to the empty library.

You quite liked quietly thinking there.

It was one of the only places you could be alone, completely uninterrupted.

No one else liked the library, they said it felt off.

It sort of did, but then again, that was why you liked it.

The day flew by and it was dinner time before you knew it.

You stare at Langdon as he walks in but don't make eye contact.

Whether you liked to admit it or not, you were a little nervous.

You watch as a fraction of a cube was laid out before you.

Your gut rumbles in agony.

The others seemed excited that the evaluation was over.

"Since the purple evaluation is over, I shall move onto the Greys tonight." Micheal announces to the table.

Everyone nods and mutters in acknowledgement.

Coco makes a remark on how she thinks Greys shouldn't be evaluated but you didn't care enough to let it bother you.

Ever since you last night, you started seeing the world differently.

Your two sets of memories perfectly aligned in your head, your bitch ones and your witch ones.

Overall, you'd like to think it made you an all round better person.

Just as Ms Meade took your plates in, Ms Venable declares that she has an announcement.

Everyone shuffles excitedly, clearly thinking it'd be about the sanctuary evaluation.

But you knew that if Micheal was deciding, Ms Venable would be the least likely to be making the announcements.

"For Halloween, we have decided to add a little bit of change to our routine and I'm pleased to announce we'll be hosting a masquerade ball." She decrees.

The rooms spirits lift a little as the others converse in what you presume was their outfit ideas.

You quickly glance over at Micheal who seems to be amused at how easily excited everyone got.

You were a little as well to be honest.

You didn't know what you were doing for the masquerade ball but you couldn't care less.

"Y/n." Langdon whispers but you ignore him.

You continue to stare at your now empty plate.

"Y/n?" He asks again and you decide to look up at him.

"What?" You ask.

"You remember don't you?" Micheal whispers.

Your blood suddenly runs cold.

"How do you know?" You ask him, trembling slightly.

"The fireplace." Micheal says, "Pyrokenisis, am I right?"

You nod, finally making eye contact.

You weren't completely sure but you were sure Micheal looked a little nervous.

Of... you?

The man cleared his throat before continuing.

"Let me guess, you remember up until you entered the coven?" He says.

You don't answer but he knows what it was.

"Makes sense." He adds.

The two of you sit in silence for a minute, listening to the odd couple of celebrities chat.

"So, what are your thoughts?" He asks politely.

"On wh-" You begin but are cut off by none other than the antichrist himself.

"You know perfectly well what I am talking about.. it's time we find out exactly which side you're on." Micheal practically spits the words out.

You gulp, there was no point hiding the fact that you were terrified.