Fates spell; Jack Korrapati

Chapter 7- Happy Hour At The Deucalion

I dreamt of falling into darkness, seeing Jack and Jupiter there, tied up and saying it's all my fault, then dying.

But instead I woke to some sunshine, a tray of fried eggs and toast, and two notes.

Come to my study after breakfast. Third floor, two doors down from the Music Salon. 

—J.N.

I'm leaving at 3, make sure to see me before then, I'll be in my room, the door next to yours.

-Jack

On the back, Jupiter had drawn a little map with arrows pointing the way. The clock on the wall said it was one o'clock in the afternoon. It's well past breakfast. How long ago had they both left the note? Had they come at the same time?

I look at the tray and my stomach grumbles. I haven't eaten since we had dinner at Crow manor, when was that, a hundred years ago? I quickly ate two hard boiled eggs, a thick piece of buttered toast, and a whole cup of apple juice.

Compared to what I've seen of the hotel, with its gilded mirrors and oil paintings, lavish carpets, lush green plants, and crystal chandeliers, my bedroom seems like the most boring room there is. 

It's... a room?

It's a perfectly fine room. But a normal room, with a single bed and a wooden chair and a little square window and a tiny bathroom through a door to my left. If it hadn't been for Jupiter's note on the side table, and my silver-handled umbrella hooked on the headboard, waking up in here, I would of thought I would of dreamt the entire thing up.

But how did I get to bed and how did my umbrella get back to me? Was this what Jack meant when he said I need to let my room warm up to me?

I look to my left and see another door next to my bathroom, my wardrobe. I walk in and there was only a couple items of clothing, a black top type thing, ripped high waisted jeans and a sweater, and some black combat boots for my feet. How have these clothes gotten here, and why are these the only ones?

I quickly changed and ran all the way to Jupiter's study on the third floor, following his directions. I then knocked on the doo and waited to

"Come in," called Jupiter. I opened the door to a small, sensible room with a fireplace and two worn leather armchairs. Jupiter stood behind a wooden desk, leaning over a mess of papers and maps. He looked up, smiling broadly. "Ah! There you are. Excellent. I thought I might give you a little tour. Sleep well?"

"Yes, thanks," I told him. 

'[I feel a bit confused, he smiles at me like he knows something I don't and expects me to know. It wasn't natural.

''May I come in?'' Morrigan asks from outside the door, I sigh. Knowing that when she sees me she's going to ask all these questions that I don't want to answer.

''You may.'' Jupiter says and he waves his hand towards the chair, as if to tell me to sit down before she gets here.

''Charlotte! Where did you go last night? I was wondering and I couldn't find you at all an-''

''Please be quiet, I was with Jupiter and then I made a friend and then I went to bed, I don't know how that is any of your business.'' I say and turn towards Jupiter as he sat down in his chair.

"Is your room all right?"

"Y-yes, of course!" Morrigan stammered. Shut up, I couldn't care less about what you could say. "At least it was when I left it. I Swear."

Jupiter looked at her for a moment, his brow knotted in confusion. I raise my eyebrow at her, why would she be saying anything. Just, just be quiet so you don't make a bigger foul out of yourself.Then he closed his eyes and laughed as though she'd said something achingly funny. "No—no, I meant... I meant do you like it? Is it all right... for you?"