Elemental Eclipse

🌻Chapter Nine; Part Four: Dark Secrets🌻

She focused on starting a small flame underneath the cauldron, smiling widely when she managed the spell with little effort. "So...You said your sister taught you this potion? I bet there's a story there."

"Not really I was just interested in testing the potion's abilities." Beckett says, glaring at her slightly when she nudged him with her elbow.

"Come on...I know that's not the truth. Just tell me." Rachael whines, persistently.

Beckett sighed deeply, shaking his head at her. "If you must know... my parents took me to visit Katrina in France, and while walking through the city, I found someone's Prinot."

"A Prinot?" Rachael asks, tilting her head to the side confused.

"It's a journal sealed with magick so it can only be opened by one person. This one was pretty well-worn, so I figured it was important. My imagination got the best of me. It could have been memoir, notes from a secret society, research on a new form of magick. Finally, I asked my sister to help me find its owner, and we made the potion together." Beckett explains, glancing over at her.

"But doesn't the potion show where an item originated? Wouldn't that take you to the factor it was made in?" Rachael asks.

"No. Items change as people use them and give them homes. That meant the Prinot's origin was where it was used the most." Beckett says.

"Well, did you get it back to them?" Rachael questions.

"Yes, but turns out it was just the book-keeping for a business. Nothing special about it." Beckett sighs, looking back at what he had been doing.

"That must have been disappointing." Rachael says.

"Not at all. It was a job well done. And Kat took me on a special trip to the archives of the Musee de la Magie that same day." Beckett shakes his head.

"You mean she took you there in order to cheer you up." Rachael teases, with a warm smile. He ignored her comment and focused on the cutting board in front of him. "Well it sounds like she really cares about you."

"She's always been like that. Even when we were little, she was always the overbearing sister trying to look after me." Beckett says, before quickly correcting himself. "Not that I needed looking after, mind you. I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself."

"Sure you are." Rachael giggles at him.

"I'm just going to pretend that you believe me." Beckett says. "Anyways...She mostly double checked my homework or helped me with school projects."

"I know you weren't talking about homework when you said she tried to look after you." Rachael softly.

"You don't let anything go do you? Fine... In elementary school, there was one kid who was bigger than me and always gave me a hard time. I didn't usually let him get to me. He was not worth my energy. But one day he pushed me on the playground while I was holding Sir Paul." Beckett sighs, talking like this story was the bane of his existence.

"And was Sir Paul an adorable stuffed animal you carried with you everywhere?" Rachael asks, with a bright smile spread across her face.

"No! Is that what normal children do?" Beckett gasps, at her assumption. "Sir Paul was a wire sculpture of a three headed dragon I made and enchanted to move and breath fire every hour."

"That's different... but still cute." Rachael smiles. He paused for a moment thinking fondly of the object he used to call his only friend.

"When my sister came to pick me up, she saw it was broken and marched straight over to the kid and cursed him with wet socks for two weeks!" Beckett says.