The Diaries Of Liz Davids: Secrets Uncovered (Book One : Complete)

Chapter 7

December 16, 2010

Dear Diary,

I just got inside from being told I was to meet Professor Darthorion in his office in an hour.

I sort of set the whole school on fire.

Not that big deal.

Anyway, I thought I’d write a bit to clear my mind a little. I’ve been wondering what kind of detention I would be getting. It wouldn’t be doing lines – that’s for sure – because then that pig Professor Cesare wouldn’t have looked so … well, happy. He had a look of utter pleasure when he’d suggested taking me to the Elders.

I wonder if Professor Darthorion would hang me in a cellar by my toes. That ought to satisfy Professor Cesare.

Jess is dead.

She died right before my eyes, all because she got a stupid Mark and we were stuck to coming to this stupid school with Fawn-Faced Ferret Mekisha, who left us for death.

Urh!

I’m just so bloody angry with her for bringing us to this place! I’m going to stop writing – get some rest in before I go …

… To my doom.

I had barely got a half hour’s sleep in before the alarm on my phone began ringing. Annoyed, I stopped it, grabbed my cloak and made my way outside.

Everyone in the common room turned their heads to look at me. I ignored them and made my way to the door. I could hear them whispering, and I heard my name more than once. Ignoring it, I exited the room and made my way to the nearest staircase and climbed it to the ninth floor.

And found myself in a bust.

There had to be at least twenty doors. Rubbing my ring, I told it to take me to Professor Darthorion’s office and it led me to the very end of the corridor, the door on my left. I knocked three times.

"Enter," a stiff old voice said.

I cautiously opened the door to the most ordinary office I’d ever seen. There was nothing but two desks – Professor Darthorion sat at the one at the end of the room against the wall – and both were filled with stacks of papers – or parchment.

"Elizabeth," he said in greeting. His face was expressionless, but there was something about his voice I didn’t like.

"What do you want me to do?" I asked, a little more rudely than I’d intended, so I added, "Professor."

"Just go through that door there," he said, gesturing to a door to my left. It was entirely black with a golden handle. Professor Darthorion stood up and walked till he was standing beside me. He nodded to the door again.

I hesitated for a moment, taking in every detail of Professor Darthorion’s face, searching for some emotion. I found none. His glasses were covering his eyes, but I was sure they looked dangerous.

Wildly expecting some kind of monster I was going to be caged up with, I slowly opened the door.

Suddenly, I felt myself flying across the room to the middle, where I was left standing on a round stone tablet, my feet shackled and my hands shackled above my head.

"Hey!" I shrieked, "This hardly qualifies as a detention! Let – me – go!" I shrieked, pulling at the chains.

"Miss Davids, I do apologize that it should have come to this, but you left me with no alternative."