The ones who live hidden in plain sight (A discovery of witches story)

Talk to me

That's alright, let it out, talk to me

By Cavetown

Camille stood in front of door, hesitant, heart pounding. She knew it was Andrew. He rang the bell once, then a second time. Finally, he spoke again in a low but determined voice. She didn't answer, hoping he would leave.

- I know you're there.

She closed her eyes, trying to ignore his presence. But the determination in his voice made waver.

- Andrew, no!' she whispered, more to herself than to him.

Andrew, behind the door, didn't seem ready to give up.

- Please, I can help, answer your questions. I want to make sure you're all right after today at the hospital.

Camille hesitated for a moment before sighing and letting him in. Andrew was clumsily holding a basket of sweets in his hands, and she couldn't help wondering how he knew what had happened.

- How do you know?' she asked, immediately suspecting that Marcus had spoken. It's Marcus, isn't it? He can't mind his own business!

- No, it's for you,' Andrew said timidly, as if he didn't want to escalate the situation.

Camille hesitated for a moment, sizing up the basket he was handing her.

- Nothing strange, there's chocolate, your favourite,' he added with a slight smile. Camille smiled in spite of herself.

- I'll go if you like,' added Andrew, ready to turn back, but he paused.

She finally opened her mouth, but face remained closed

- You've got a lot of explaining to do,' she said, before inviting him to sit down.

Andrew took a seat, while Camille remained standing, arms still crossed.

- Can I get you anything?' he offered.

- No,' she replied coldly, determined to keep control of the situation. She took a deep breath, then asked questions, one by one, noting Andrew's answers, trying to sort out everything she understood.

- What's it like to have a baby who's a witch or a wizard?' she asked, breaking the silence.

- Andrew didn't hesitate: Powers often appear when the child is young, between five and seven, usually one of the elements, or a more powerful but rare power.

- How?' she interrupted him, concern showing in her voice.

- Weaver,' Andrew murmured, as if the word were a key. 'Time travel, the use of time.

- What? Camille's eyes widened in confusion.

Andrew took the time to explain, mentioning Diana Bishop, now of Clairemont, abilities, and how she could travel through time. This... everything she knows was changing.

- I'm not supposed to know that,' Camille replied, feeling a new wave of anxiety rise.

- No, but you know now,' he replied simply. Then he gently brought a glass of water. Camille took the glass, her hands trembling slightly. A migraine ran through her, making slightly nauseous.

- Vampire? Please explain.

- I'm not an expert, but... they live by feeding on blood, either pockets or directly.

Camille gagged at this mention. She took a deep breath, trying to control her reaction.

- Are you all right?' Andrew asked, his concern growing.