Chapter 6, Tattoos

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Nelson, the ghost, floated over to a table, upon which stood a notebook. Nelson took a pen and started to draw something. As the floating pen races faster, Cillian and the others edged closer, trying to catch a glimpse.

At last, the ghost has completed his work. The friends gathered around drawing. It was a skull, surrounded by pointed black and grey petals, it's small stem looking dry and withered.

"You need someone with this to reveal the book," said Nelson.

"What? A picture of a dead flower?" Said Neil.

Nelson rolled his ghostlike eyes and replied, "No, you fool. Some people at Hogwarts have tattoos on their arm that look like this. Find one to touch the book for you, and the book will explain everything."

  Cillian took the picture in his hands and looked at it carefully. " Why are you telling us this? What is so important about this book that you want us to know? And what's in it for you? What do you have to gain? You're a ghost, your dead," he asked suspiciously.

  "Firstly, you ask too many questions," Nelson started, but then the ghost's mouth turned into a smirk, and curled up some rather creepily. "Second, let me mind myself, and you lot mind yourself. Let's just say that this is in your...best interest. Once the book reveals its pages to you, then you'll know how important this is."

"But why can't you just tell us what it says? Why do we have to do all this work when you know what's going on?" Phoenix asked, rather annoyed.

The ghost ignored her like she didn't exist, and started walki...erm...floating towards the door.
  "Hey, wait a second, we're not done with you yet! Come back here!" Phoenix shouted loudly.
  "If you all don't want detention, then I suggest you get back to your parties. It's ten o'clock right now, and doesn't the party end at 10:30?" Nelson said as he smirked at them all.

The five looked at each other, and let out a small gasp in unison, as they flooded out the door and ran full speed back to their party rooms. As soon as Salem split off from them, Phoenix ran the fastest, leading them back up the stairs and through various hallways. They opened the doors as quietly as they could, and crept back in without anyone noticing.

Just then, Jezzabelle came up to Cillian. Her mouth curved up in an almost delighted smile.
"There you are, Cillian! I've been looking everywhere for you, but you just seemed to...vanish! It's like you left or something," she cried.

"Funny...wait, why were you looking for me?" Cillian asked rather startled.

"Oh...um...for no particular reason. Just...erm...wanting to know that my friend is ok," she replied nervously.

Phoenix caught her looking Cillian's boots, which were worn down and slightly dirty from walking around the castle. Jezzabelle suddenly looked up at Phoenix, then walked off in a hurry.

  "Mate, I think you've got an admirer," said Neil.
"Shut up, I don't care." Cillian said, repulsed.

  The remainder of the party lasted about 20 minutes, then professor Sapphrius came in and led them back to their dormitories. The girls that always surrounded Jezzabelle huddled with her in one corner of the common room, while others went up to bed. Cillian and Neil found Matthew, whom they had realized they had left behind when they  took off with Phoenix. Neil and and Cillian apologized for abandoning their friend, and followed other boys to their side of the dormitories.

When Cillian opened the door for their dorm, it was pitch black. There was no light, and when Neil tried to walk into the room, he fell flat on his face and cried out in pain. Cillian rolled his eyes and reached for his wand, about to light it and the candles that would normally light up the room, but before he could a loud POP came from right in front of him, and a house elf appeared before them. They could hear the scuttling of its small feet run across the stone, and they saw that one by one, the dorm started to become brighter as the candles started to light. At last was the fireplace, which soon was roaring with fire, warming the freezing room.

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