Keeper of the Wand

An Explosive Kickoff

Hey guys! We finally get to the second half of this episode! Anyway, here's the new chapter! :)

-Rose's POV-

I woke up, my head feeling heavy. My cheeks felt wet from crying, and my nose felt stuffed. I slowly sat up, feeling awful. I held my head, 'I must had cried myself to sleep,' I thought. I rubbed my temples, trying to think clearly and keep my head from feeling like a bowling ball. I heard knocking on the bedroom door. "Coming!" I shouted, noticing my voice sounded awful.

I got out of bed, but that was my mistake. My legs buckled and I collapsed to the floor. I moaned and I heard the bedroom door open. "Rose?" I heard, and I cursed under my breath; it was Marco, of all people...I crawled to the edge and looked over the ledge to see Marco looking around. He looked up and saw me. He grinned but his faced drop after seeing me, "Are you okay? You look pale."

I nodded, "I'm fine. Really."

"Then why are you on the floor?"

I cursed under my breath again. "I fell of my bed, and was tired." I grabbed the railing by the stairs and pulled myself up. I leaned against the railing, and stood up. I tried to smile, but it came out as a frown then a smile. Marco came over at the bottom of the stairs and looked up. "Are you sure?" he asked, concern in his voice.

"Really, I'm fine," I said standing up. But my legs buckled and I fell back on the floor. I heard running, and Marco was kneeling beside me. He put his hand on my forehead and hissed, "You have a fever! why didn't you say anything?" he said, helping me up. He helped me over to my bed and sat me down. "I'll be right back!" He then charged down the stairs. I muttered a healing spell, and my hands glowed with a soft golden glow. I touched my forehead, and I felt the fever go away. I sighed, and stood up. I walked down the stairs, and out of my room. I walked past Marco's room and heard voices.

I stopped and looked in, to see Alfonzo and Ferguson...in an opossum costume? I knocked and walked in, "Uh, what's going on?"

"Marco has Ferguson staying here until the game this evening, so the warriors don't steal him," Alfonzo explained.

"Wouldn't that be kidnapping?"

"They do it anyways."

"Why are you guys panicking?" Ferguson said, looking at us, "It was the opossum they stole, not people! there not going to steal me."

Just then, Marco came in and saw me standing, "What are you doing up?!"

"I healed myself with magic," I said, "I told you I was fine."

There was an awkward silence that filled the room, until Alfonzo coughed and said, "Ferguson will be downstairs when you want to go, Marco." They quickly left the room, leaving Marco and I. "Don't you think you've could've told me?" Marco asked, putting the ice pack down.

"You should've trusted me when I said I was fine."

"I was trying to help."

"Well you weren't!" I snapped. Marco flinched by the suddenness of the snap, "What the heck is wrong?! I was only trying to help!"

I sighed, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have snapped. But you should've trusted me when I said I was fine."

"I was worried! that's why I wanted to help!"

"Well, there was no need to be worried! You shouldn't worry about me anyway!" with that, I walked out of the room, leaving Marco and heading to my room. I went up the stairs and went over to the balcony. I looked down and saw Marco, Ferguson, and Alfonzo leave. Probably going to the football game. Marco looked at me and when we saw each other, we looked away, the tension from the argument still there. I watched as they left and went back to my room.