The Coven [NARRY]

2.00; Insight On Jealousy

“You say you’ve been with Zayn and Louis for a year now, right?” Niall asked Ashton the next morning. Ashton invited Niall into his room before anyone else woke up to get to know him. This wasn’t a problem for Niall because he hadn’t been asleep at all. He’d like to this it had to do with the sudden change in location as he puts it, but, he feared there was something more too it.

“Yes, a year is correct.”

“What do you do here? What will we do here?” Niall was full of unanswered questions that he wanted answered and he wouldn’t take no for an answer.

“Practice. Train. Learn.” Ashton shrugged, stretching from side to side as he let out a large yawn, “Want breakfast?” Niall nodded and followed Ashton down the long hall and down to the kitchen area, just next to the dining hall where he had that long conversation with the others just the night prior, “What did you do to your mother?” Ashton was now leaning against the counter next to the fridge, eyeing Niall carefully as if he was nervous to hear his response.

“I woke her up early and slit my throat, arms, and torso right in front of her and then just imagined myself completely better and next thing I knew, I was one hundred percent cut free.” Niall mumbled, “But of course I freaked my mother out by doing so, so she sent me away.”

“She didn’t send you away because you scared her.” Ashton looked confused, “Trust me. If she didn’t expect you to one day be able to do such horrible things to yourself and then be able to magically undo them, then she’d react much worse. She knew this day would come, I mean, how couldn’t she when she’s just like you?” Ashton now turned to the fridge, opening it, and taking out a carton of eggs. Niall stood still and quiet. His mother was just like him? She had these sort of powers too?

“How do you know, Ashton? How do you know it’s my mother and not my father?”

“I’m sorry.” Ashton muttered, “I just assumed it was her. Maybe it’s your father who has graced you with this talent.” Ashton still had his back turned to Niall as he spoke, “It makes more sense, a father witch passing down his magic to his son. You don’t normally hear a mother witch passing down her powers to a son, just like a father never passes down his powers to his daughter.”

“Alright then.” Niall had no other words to speak; yet he still wanted to talk. He wanted to discover more about his life, like where this power of his originated from, like how did his father obtain such powers, he wanted to ask his father all of this, but he couldn’t. There was just no way that would happen, “He’s dead.”

“Your father?”

“Yeah.”

“I’m sorry then.” Ashton spoke, but Niall didn’t really feel as if he meant it. This whole time they had been talking Ashton hadn’t really been showcasing any emotions. Basically, Ashton was a monotone, so Niall didn’t really care if he truly felt sorry or not.

“Did you feel the pain – when you cut yourself?”

This voice didn’t belong to Ashton, but, it did belong to Zayn, “Sorry, didn’t mean to make you jump – Ashton, could you please give Niall and I a moment? Go read up on your potions and I’ll finish breakfast.” Zayn offered with a simple smile and Ashton nodded, giving both Zayn and Niall a smile as well, and silently left.