The Witch's Wand

Part 5 'Hampstead'

The door opened to a small room with wooden panelled cream walls, a dusty light wood floor, tall square windows with sweet white sheet curtains blowing them across the room, a small wooden bed with floral covers across it, a wardrobe, vanity, mirror and a sewing bow open on the chamise, Books littered the table. I walked through hearing the floor creak under me.

well, this is a tone shift in the room aesthetic, I turned and saw the door had closed behind me so I set the wand back in my pocket and looked around for the sign of someone. I went to the window to see the sun, but it was different. Not hot and merciless like port victory it was low and lacking, nothing like the heat in the air so much I felt cold. I looked out to see fields of green with sweet yellow and purple flowers, and a small cherry tree blooming with pink petals and blue butterflies.

"I... don't think I'm in Port Victory anymore..." I muttered, 

and at that moment I heard the sound of music, the sound of a violin. 

I looked out the window to try and find the source of the sound, and I saw him. 

JACK! 

Sat under the tree.

I bolted out of the room and through this old wooden house until I found an open door so I rushed out and through the grass and flowers approaching the tree with a wide happy smile.

He sat under the tree in a pair of laced-up black boots, a pair of plum trousers with a gold seam down each side, a cream shirt surprisingly well-fitting and clean with tighter sleeves than I had ever seen him in, a matching hand-embroidered plum and gold waistcoat and a gold tie around his neck, his white jacket on the grass beside him, his hair a little darker and flatter then last I saw him, perhaps he had a wash or something? and these clothes were far fancier than I was used to Jack wearing, to his neck a violin that he plucked and plaid with his eyes watching the breeze flutter the flowers. He briefly stopped his playing as a pink blossom landed on his nose causing him to blow it away a little annoyed. 

"I didn't know you plaid," I smiled, 

He glanced up and shot me a wicked smile, "Very funny," He smirked, "You look lovely," He said setting his violin down and getting to his feet wrapping his arms around my waist and tugging me closer, "Let me look at you," he cooed making me so a twirl, "Ummm absolutely gorgeous," He said as he pulled me into a passionate kiss, I happily kissed back blushing hard as we kissed until he pulled back and stroked my cheek, "Umm my sweet little flower,"

"F-flower? You've never called me that before."

"I call you that every day," He chuckled, "I do love this new dress my little flower, it looks amazing,"

"New? I've had this dress for years,"

"Ohh? Why have I never seen it then?"

"You always see it,"

"No I don't, trust me if I saw you in this dress before, I'd have remembered," he smirked, "Humm I'm not used to you being in something so snug and sculpted, ummm Come here," he smirked pulling me back into a kiss, I giggled and happily kissed him back till he pulled away again.

"Ohhh Jack..." I cooed, 

"J-Jack? Who's jack!" He complained, 

"What? you are silly,"

"What the hell who's Jack!"

"What are you talking about? You keep saying these things what's going on with you Jack,"

"what's going on with you? What are you talking about? Who's Jack!"

"You are."

"No, I'm not."

"Well then who the hell are you?"

"Samuel!"

"What?"

"Samuel. It's me, Samuel."

"Samuel? What do you mean Samuel?" 

"it's samuel, you know it's me, little flower." he said sadly stroking my cheek, "Ohh my poor little flower, did you hit your head in the bath this morning? Have a weird dream? Have you eaten something strange?"

"I feel fine."

"Look I think you need to come inside and lay down, " He said, "Come on, let's lay you down in the office and if needed I'll call the doctor out for you," He said as he held me in his arms and lead me back towards the house,

"What are you talking about? Who are you? Where... where am I?" I began to cry

"Shh shh shh It's okay." he reassured stroking my hair, "It's all okay," he said as he took me into the office helped me to lay on the chamise and he put a blanket over me,

"Please... what's going on?" 

"It's okay," He reassured kneeling at my feet, "You're here in the study, in our house I'm Hampstead, everything is fine, everything is okay,"

"Hampstead? In- In England!"

"Yes, Hampstead in England,"

"I- I was in port victory!"

"Calm down, calm down. Por- port victory? where's that?"

"Port Victory, Australia."

"Australia? My little flower you've never been to Australia."

"WH- where am I?"

"shhh it's okay," he said, "I think you've bumped your head or something, I'll send for the doctor." He said trying to stand but I took his hand,

"Please... where am I?"

"You're in Hampstead, England. Inside our study in our little house Elmswood. It's Saturday April 11th 1823. I'm Samuel Brawne you remember that? Hey? and you're y/n. My little flower. my beloved wife." he explained 

"I I.... that can't be true..."

"shhh it's okay, you rest I'll get the doctor." He said kissing my forehead before he headed out the room making sure to lock me in.