Whitestone Coven

Chapter Twenty

Year; 1814
The Lindsey Shingler case
Lindsey Shingler. Lindsey had an older sister who was a witch. Lindsey was always Jealous. Lindsey soon found herself standing above her sisters bed, knife in hand preparing to kill her own sister. But instead of killing the sister she turned her hand around, and stabbed herself.

Year; 2015 modern era
Grace Lees P.O.V
As I walked to my room I notice the beautiful artwork on the walls.
I think it's watercolor. 
I enter my room and walk over to the bed.
I place my fingers at the end of the bed and walk towards the headboard tracing the embroidered vines all the way up.
This must of taken ages to make every little red flower and leaf.
Before getting farther then the sheets someone knocks on my closed door.
I turn around while slightly losing balance but regaining it along with my slouched posture.
"Come in please."
The golden door handle turns and the door opens.
In the doorway stands a black haired male, Wearing a black suit.
Dark brown eyes with a hint of Asian in them.
"I am here to escort you too have your private interview with Ms. Charlotte Jacobson."
He has perfect posture and a deep voice.
I walk over to him,
"Follow me please"
He begins to walk down the hall towards the two sets of stairs. Before walking on one he spins around and asks
"Where would you like to meet her.
Library,
Kitchen,
Her bedroom, or
Formal living space?"
I think about it.
The library sounds like a good place.
"Library please."
He nods and walks to the staircase that leads upwards.
I follow him up the stairs and there, sure enough, is a hallway.
Soon I get to a door on my left that leads into a small parlor filled with bookshelves. There are multiple places to sit but two chairs have been pulled up next to the window.
In one of them sits a lady with her back to me. The other is empty.
He motions for me to walk over and sit down while he turns around and walk out the door.

I go and sit down next to her.
I can't quite see her face yet, but she is wearing a long black dress sort of like the one on my own body, but more formal.
She has a black floppy hat one and medium length blonde hair.
The hair is curled at the bottoms.
She turns her head and now I can see most of her facial details.
Well, kind of.
She has fine lips that come to nice points on either side of her mouth, with a fine coating of dark maroon lipstick.
Her cheekbones very defined making her look quite young.
Her eyes are shielded by sunglasses currently, but she starts to take them off.
Behind the sunglasses lay dull blue eyes.
She has very few wrinkles but for some odd reason gives me the feeling she's older then she looks.
"I'm Ms. Charlotte Jacobson. Your present supreme."
She extends a hand.
I shake it while responding
"I am Grace Lee, a new student here, nice to meet you."
Her hands are cold and feel fragile.
"I am now going to inform you some things you will need to know. First off, reach under your chair and grab the book."
She stops and looks at me, her eyes waiting for me to grab the book.
I reach down and feel a hard cover book laying beneath my chair. 
I grab it and bring it up to my lap.
The book doesn't really have a cover, it's just a solid white book.
"Before the book I will tell you the setup at this coven.
I assume by now your realize I am the supreme and I own this coven,
Although, most of the time I will not be teaching. My daughter will be, her name is Lana.(lah-nu). We have four other young witches here already, an each of our eight witches have their own butlers. All butlers have enchantments and enchantment books that I have given them.
Me and the workers here have watched you since you were a baby. Your butler knows every single thing about you, so if you have any needs, just ask him."
This is a lot to take in but I have a question.
"Sorry to interrupt but is my butler the one who brought me here?"
She nods.
"His name is Zachary.
He is Hmong, just like you.
The rest of the stuff you need to know is on pages 63-78."
And with that Zachary is in the doorway clapping his hands and motioning for me to go over to him and exit the library.
I stand and walk over but look behind my shoulder one last time to see her how she was when I first entered.
Only seeing her back, facing towards the window.