Is it love: Peter Bartholy

Chapter 8 part 1

Ziva Pov

Walking to Sarah's, I cannot help but smile. I'd like to make the most of being at Sarah's to ask her a few more questions about her relationship with the Bartholys. and her penchant for the supernatural! Maybe she has powers too? I would be so happy to meet someone like me ...

As we arrive to the front of her house, Sarah stops and holds her hand out towards the building.

Sarah - "Welcome to my humble home!"

I look wide eyed at the building in front of me. Her house is impressive. smaller than the Bartholy's, but still of considerable size. In a more modern style, with some antique touches here and there, it's very charming. The little white picket fence added an extra touch. Without further delay, Sarah takes my hand and leads me inside. I see lots of photos hanging on the wall of what I could only presume was a younger looking Sarah and the rest of her family. They seem close but oddly enough, we don't see anyone on our way up to her room.

Opening the door was like being hit with the softest pillow after a long day. Her room is like a small cocoon, warm and bright, it goes well with her personality. The draperies that frame her large bed give the place a feeling that's both intimate and relaxing. A small egg-shaped armchair is hanging from the ceiling. It makes me want to go and take refuge in it. Far from the world and its dangers. I turn to her as I express my enthusiasm

"Your room's so lovely, I love it!"

She smiles at me and offers me something to drink. Her face turning a slight different shade, I smile back as I ask for a fruit juice. When she goes to get the drinks downstairs, I glance around. Fighting the urge to want to snoop around, I don't budge from the bed. The reasonable part of me telling me it would be bad of me to nose in her things when she's not here ...Despite my best attempt I cannot help but let my eye wonder in boredom. Above her bed, I spot a small bookshelf. there are a lot of books about witches, the practice of magic. There's also a book about the history of the city, its foundations and minor news items throughout the ages. I am really intrigued. Unable to resist, I reach out to take the big volume and I leaf through while waiting for Sarah. It's amazing. Mystery Spell is a really old city! As I read through, I come across a stake drawn in black pencil. It's rather creepy!

I am intrigued by the two names. They are often cited throughout the text: Bartholy and Osborne. Biting my lower lip. I can't believe it! Could it be Sarah and Bartholy brother's ancestors? As I begin to read the introduction, Sarah comes back into the room with two glasses of fruit juice on a tray. She glances at the book that I have opened on my knees, and her eyes widen for a moment, in surprise. Despite my rising questions I knew I had just been snooping. Not knowing what to say in my defense, the apology was out of my mouth fast than I could blink.

"Sorry, I shouldn't have touched your stuff without asking."

I tried my best to give her my best sad puppy face hoping for her forgiveness. She smiles at me as she lays the tray on the bed. Blushing slightly, she sits next to me and can feel the warmth of her body against mine.

Sarah - "Don't worry, make yourself at home! After all, we did come back to read ..."

She looks at the book as if that explained everything in itself.

Sarah- "Ah, you found the book on the history of our beautiful city ... I guess you must have questions ... "

She sighs trailing off and takes the book from me. Flipping through the pages that she seemed to have read a dozens of times.

"You don't have to answer."

Sarah -"I've already told you, my family's been here for generations. The Osbourne's mentioned in this book, are my ancestors."