They're just some Americans

Chapter Twenty Five: The Winter Holiday

(Word Count: 3474)

(Quick thing to say before this chapter, 3rd POV is used as always but 1st POV will be used)

Waking up in an unfamiliar room, (Y/N) tried to sit up, when she got a jolt of pain in her spine, and neck. Groaning with pain, (Y/N) looked to see she had fell asleep on the couch. She was one of the unlucky people of the group to fall asleep in the couch the night before and woke up with both a sore neck and back. The next thing she noticed was humming and a strong smell of meat. Turning over to see the time, she gasped out of shock. It was half past eleven in the morning. Turning around and trying to get herself up so she could go get dressed she felt weight and a tug on her waist. Looking down at what was keeping her from moving, she saw Jack's arm wrapped around her waist. Blushing slightly, she gently tried to move his arm off her but, he wouldn't let go. Moving down and tapping Jack's shoulder,

"Jack can you move your arm, I have to go." whispered (Y/N), making the boy groan since he was still sleeping and took it as a sign of someone waking him up.

"Not now Mum, give me five more minutes." said Jack, making (Y/N) stifle her laugh, not to wake the others.

"I'm not your Mum Jack." said (Y/N), before Jack turned, moving his arm off her. Silently cheered the girl stood up, and stretched her back. Going towards the strong smells of meat, (Y/N) entered the kitchen seeing none of the cooks there. Today must have been their day off or they were coming later, but what she did see was a boy cooking something and humming to himself, as he started to literally beat the meat. Walking over to him, (Y/N) tapped his shoulder, before briefly moving away from a flying fist. Holding the fist in her hand she looked at Ted questionably.

"Ted, the hell are you doing on a Wednesday morning making..." said (Y/N), looking at what the boy was making.

"It's meatloaf." said Ted.

"I'm not going to question this okay. Is anyone else awake yet?" said she, looking around for anyone else.

"Not that I could tell, I think your parents left for town, and the maids and cooks have the day off." said Ted, looking around.

"Well if you finish the meatloaf, call for me. I'll be in the forest doing some reading or at least something." said (Y/N), before waving to Ted. Walking out the kitchen, (Y/N) made her way towards the library she could get to the second floor quickly with the stairs in there. Was it true for what (Y/N) had told Ted? Yes and no, being that she was going into the forest but to figure out what the visions she was having were about. She needed to clear her mind, and truly try and figure out what they were about.

Entering her room, she grabbed a satchel that could fit a book, a journal, some pens, and other things could fit in it. Grabbing some joggers, a long sleeve, and a warm sweater, (Y/N) changed, before getting on warm socks, and Uggs. As she combed her hair carefully with her hand, her made herself look more presentable. As she was getting her coat, she felt the chills go down her back. No windows were opened and the heaters weren't on, since the ac was on. Looking around for the source of the chills, she realized it wasn't for being cold. It was more around the feeling of something about to go wrong. The calm before the storm; the moment a character in a horror movie knows they're about to die. Looking for her wand, the girl held it in front of her defensively. Then she heard it. It was just whispering of chants. Looking at it's direction, she saw a book, some charts, and some papers on her desk. Walking towards it with caution, she examined the weird aura that this table was giving. Looking at the charts, (Y/N) tried telling where some of the locations on them were, but she saw nothing that she could memorize. Picking them up, she looked at the papers. Strange languages and symbols. They looked familiar. Putting them in her bag, she looked at the last thing on the table: the book. (Y/N) heard most of the chants from here. Some begging for it to be opened and some requesting it to be closed. Wiping the dust of the book, she looked at the titled. It was in some foreign language similar to the papers, but it had a purple cover. Trying to open it, the book pages wouldn't open.