𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 | Hosie ✔️

Chapter 5

Arriving at the door from her father's office, Josie pushed down the doorknob and entered the light-filled room. To her surprise, it was empty, as her father had said. What he was doing back in the city he had not been able to tell her. Of course, Hope would probably know again.

When she noticed how her thoughts strayed to Hope, she quickly shook her head and tried to concentrate on her task again. After all, she was only there to get Hope's notebook. Although she wondered why Hope didn't go and get it herself. Or was it because her father had again kept it from her that Hope was out with him and Dorian. Probably chasing some monster that everyone else was not supposed to know about. After all, it had already happened the last time.

She walked straight up to her father's long desk and started to search the documents lying on the tabletop for a notebook. Instead, however, she only got to see a few papers that she couldn't assign and a slightly open file. Whereby the latter attracted her attention a bit. He only left files lying around when they belonged to a new student. The other students' files he had stowed away somewhere safe where nobody, except him, had access to them.

It wouldn't harm anyone if she took a look inside. And her father would never find out about it anyway if she didn't tell him, and she certainly wouldn't. There were things even he didn't need to know about. Even if he was the principal of the school.

So she allowed herself a slightly longer look at the first page and saw the picture of a girl with long light brown hair in the uniform of our school. Automatically my eyes moved on to the name of the girl whose picture she had just seen. Claire Rodriguez. Based on her name, she concluded that she couldn't be from Mystic Falls. After all, she knew most people in town her age and neither that last name nor that face looked familiar to her in any way.

However, before she read further, she closed the file again and took a step away from the table. It was wrong just to read about someone. It was private and therefore wrong. After all, she wouldn't want someone to just snoop around in her things. She was just here to look for Hope's things and then disappear again.

So she started to open the drawers of the desk, hoping to find something there. Eventually, her dad might have put it there so it wouldn't get lost. But when she opened the first drawer, she saw something that made her heart heavy. Inside were countless bottles, of which she could say without a doubt that they had been filled with alcohol before. At least until he had drunk them up. After she had overcome the first shock, worries began to spread in her. When had her father started drinking again?

She quickly closed the drawer again and opened the next one to have a look inside. And indeed, her suspicion was not wrong. Inside was a notebook, which she immediately thought must be Hopes. But to be sure, she took it out and looked at the first page. This was decorated with a surprisingly good pencil drawing, which told her that it was indeed Hope's book. She didn't think my dad was capable of that, which was somehow less so. Otherwise, his daughters would have had to inherit at least some of the talent she saw on the paper. After all, they had had enough of their biological mother's strange family.

Now that she had what she needed, she closed the drawer again and straightened up. Now all she had to do was find Hope and her job would be done. After that, she could finally stop playing the errand boy and devote herself to solving her problems. If she was honest with herself, the current situation was stressful for her.

But just as she was approaching the door and wanted to leave the room, she felt something fall out of the book in her hand. With a wrinkled forehead, she stopped and looked down at the floor. There was something there that looked like a loose page from Hope's book. But the paper seemed to be much more yellowed and older.

Josie bent down to pick up the sheet and just wanted to put it back between the pages. Something stopped her, though, and as if something was guiding her, she started to unfold the paper in her hands, even though she knew it was quite wrong.

What she opened up to her, however, quickly made this feeling disappear and she started to fly over the writing on the page with her eyes instead. The further she read, the stronger the dizziness became, which suddenly spread in her. She had seen something like this before.

It was black magic. An extremely dangerous kind of magic, a kind that was forbidden at this school and exactly the kind that had possibly terrorized her for days now. And the spell was Hope's. A person that Josie somehow thought she could trust. After all, Hope and her father spent a lot of time together and he would still notice when she used black magic on her strange trips.

But maybe this girl was exactly the person who used black magic to interfere with her dreams and who never let go of them. And if Josie had a chance to end this, she had to take it before she went crazy.

What do you guys think? Why does Hope have dark magic spells? Is Hope the one who does all those things to Josie? And what do you think about my book until now?