is it love? Mystery Spell- Love and War

Chapter 10: The Witches Club

I'd shut myself away in my room on my day off that Saturday to study those texts and produce some design sketches as I was constantly inspired by the spells, potions, and stories of the other witches. I was also tackling all the additional reading  Professor Jones had given me about mediums. I had to admit, he knew his stuff. It made me wonder if he had supernatural blood too...

My thoughts were interrupted by a knock on my door. I hurriedly hid all the materials I'd acquired by stuffing them under my bed and answered my door. It was Nicolae looking somewhat concerned.

"Ophelia, none of us heard you come back this morning," he explained, "we were all worried until we heard you working in your room. Is everything alright?"

"Yeah, everything's fine," I reply, "I'm just reading and doing some work."

Nicolae pauses before nodding and saying, "Will you at least have some lunch? It's important to keep yourself properly fed because of your anemia."

I nod and go to the kitchen while he returns to his study. I'm suddenly extremely hungry and I want to devour everything in the fridge. I decided to make myself 2 ham salad sandwiches and some tea. Drogo came in and looked at me with surprise.

"Wow, little thing, save some food for the rest of us!" he commented.

I snort, "Like you people ever eat much anyway."

He looks away caught out for a moment then says, "But seriously, I've never seen you eat much either. What's gotten into you?"

I shrug and simply say, "I'm hungry, therefore I am eating, or do you want me to faint and end up in the hospital again?"

He raises his hands in surrender and says, "Fair point. I heard through the grapevine you managed to get Sarah and Peter on board for the concert."

I nod, still eating and he continues, "I've got some of my friends on board as well. Its shaping up to be a good night."

"It's Nightmaradeen, it's going to be good no matter who comes," I reply, polishing off my sandwiches and proceeding to wash my plate.

"Halloween is coming up soon," he continues, "I assume you don't have any plans to go to many of the parties in the upcoming weeks."

I laugh bitterly, "You assume I'm such a loser I don't have a social life? Get over yourself, Drogo."

I leave him in the kitchen before he can retaliate and I return to my room. I step inside and realize; something's not right. My sketchpads aren't on top of my bed anymore, they're on the desk and the bed has been straightened out and the books I'd been hiding firmly under my bed are poking out from under my sheets. Panic and anger take over me at once and my window suddenly shatters into a thousand pieces from my rage. The brothers all come rushing to my room at the sound of the glass breaking and are all stood in the entrance of my room in shock. I turn around and glare at them furiously and I swear they turn several shades paler.

"Ophelia, what happened here?" Nicolae asks.

"Which one of you was in my room snooping through my things?!" I snap, feeling my blood boil.

They all look away guilty and nervous. This is the first time they've seen me angry, and right now I'm furious at this invasion of privacy. I've been told my temper is frightening to look at when I'm mildly annoyed, so I must be downright terrifying right now.

None of them say anything so I continue to rant, "Do any of you know just how creepy and rude this is?! You have no right to go through my things without permission! And the fact that no one is owning up to it to offer an explanation is adding insult to injury! If you have a problem, say it to my damn face!"