The Lost Princess

Chapter 13

The door swings open abruptly, revealing my tear-soaked face to the student maid from early this morning.

"Hi, Mable."

She drops her bucket of water and runs over to my bed, sitting politely at the end. "Princess, how are you? What happened?"

I fake-glare at her.

"Frankie?" She corrects. I smile and wipe my nose with my sleeve. Very unladylike, eh, well bite me!

"Harry---well, he's a trip." Is all I can manage to get out to her. She nods in as if she understood and stands once more, walking closer. 

"He's quite the complex person, isn't he? Drives you crazy, I can guarantee you that, but we can deal with him!" she says with a wink, handing me a tissue from my bedside table. I accept and wipe my nose, chuckling.  

"Nevermind him. I wanna get to know you, you're my new friend here!" I pat the end of my bed eagerly and she laughs as she sits down. "Tell me about you!"

She stiffens a little, and I retreat my words. "What?"

"Has anyone...you know, talked to you, yet? I don't want to tell you anything that----"

"That's what Harry attempted, yes. I know a lot more than before!" I shake my head in disbelief. "You grow up in a childhood where all of this stuff is...just stories. And now I'm all tangled up in the real thing. It's crazy!"

"Well, to add onto your list of crazy for the day, I'm a witch!" She says.

My eye go wide and a smile cracks open my face. "SHOW ME! PLEASE SHOW ME, OH MY GOD, PLEASE?!" I jump out of the covers of my bed and jump around. My maturity is just decreasing sometimes. She gets up and mimics my horrendous behavior, jumping and flailing her arms around, squealing. I stop and laugh at her impression of me, clutching my stomach in hopes it doesn't rip from laughing so hard.

I love this girl!

We finally calm down and she agrees to show me something.

She raises her palm and softly hums something unrecognizable, and soon enough, her palm is letting off a light glow.  The copy of Hamlet that I was tackling last night is casually floating across the room, gracefully sliding into it's selected spot on my book wall. I gawk at her.

"I hope I turn out to be a witch, that looks way better than sipping on humans all day." I say with a grumpy huff.

"It's nice, I guess, but there's lots of black magic to be careful of. You never know where it could sneak up on. It's a burden to live in fear, not knowing where it's coming from." She says, solemnly looking out the window.

"There's a dark witch out there somewhere?"

She nods her head, then waves her hands dissmisivley. "No worrying about that! Do you want to go downstairs and get some---" She quickly halts and she becomes very still.

I raise an eyebrow and her eyes shoot at the door.

"Someone doesn't belong here."

She stands up in front of me protectively as the door swings open.

A minute later, a gust of wind shoots into my room and suddenly, all I see is white.

No...I didn't faint, actually! We're in an orb or something. It's totally white, my new friend is engulfing us in a forcefield! 

CAN I JUST CRY OF EXCITEMENT, OR.....?

"Princess, do you know him?!" she shouts.

The orb becomes translucent enough for me to see outside, and I see David smashed up against it. I laugh at his contorted face and tap her shoulder. "He's okay, that's my friend David!"