Harmonious

From the beginning

Within 10 minutes, me, my parents, and Mrs. Ravenstein were sitting around my dining room table. Everyone had a solemn look on their faces, and no one dared to make eye contact. After a few minutes of total silence, mom got up, muttering something about making some tea.

The pain was almost completely gone now, but not fully subsided. It mostly hurt when I moved, like how I feel every time after Track practice. Sore, really sore.

Ignoring that, I looked at Mrs. Ravenstein, my dad, and then my mom, busying herself, noiselessly in the kitchen. Everyone was quiet and no one uttered a word until Mrs. Ravenstein suddenly got up and went towards the window.

She swiftly drew back the curtains and peered outside. Her brows furrowed, and she pursed her lips.

She spoke quietly, "James isn't here yet, he needs to be here for this."

As soon as she said that, fear and pure nausea stirred uncomfortably in the deepest pit of my stomach.

My dad got up, anger clearly etched in his face.

"No, that animal isn't welcome here anymore, not after what he out Harmony through!"

Mrs. Ravenstein turned away from the window and made her way towards the table.

She took out her bag and pulled out several bottles and the book.

Without looking at my father, she started flipping through the pages of the book.

After a while, she stopped and looked up at my dad.

Her eyes shone. "I think it wise if you take into account that James blames you for his parents' death."

My father flared up and banged his hand down on the table.

"We did nothing of the sort and you know that! It also gives him no excuse to try and kill my daughter!"

Mrs. Ravenstein pored some of the bottles contents into a bowl and started mixing.

"I do agree that James' acted out of order today, but he was angry, and to a werewolf, holding up resentment like that can make him lash out."

"Well then, he needs to get a grip and start accepting reality. His parents were stupid enough to get mixed up with the bloodsuckers and they paid the price!"

My mom came in and put the tray holding four, steaming cups on the table.

Mrs. Ravenstein spoke again, placing the bowl on the table.

"Let's not jump into accusing my family until we all know everyone's story. We owe it James and Harmony."

She looked at me when she said my name, and a shiver clawed down my back.

Mrs. Ravenstein suddenly drew up a small pocket knife from her bag and sliced her palm.

My mother took a sharp intake of breath.

"What are you doing?" My dad asked sharply, taking a step back.

After dropping a few droplets of blood into the bowl, Mrs. Ravenstein put the knife back and spoke.

"It's an ancient spell, it is used when you want to call on someone if you are in danger. My blood is connected to my grandson and he will feel the effect. If he thinks I'm in danger, he will be here soon."

After that, she dipped her finger into the potion and drew on the table, a diamond with a circle inside it.

I gasped as the dark liquid started disappearing into the table, smoking slightly. After it disappeared completely, Mrs. Ravenstein muttered a chant under her breath and drew weird hieroglyphics on the place where the first sign had been.