Demigods at Rookwood

Chapter 9

Piper

A girl sat at the edge of her bed. She flipped through a red prefect book. It was filled with numbers, like some sort of code.

The girl suddenly closed her book, and stood up. With a determined face, she opened  the door, walking out into the hallway.

She quietly tiptoed around the sleeping school, flinching at the slightest creek of the floorboards or sound of her feet hitting the floor.

The girl stopped just in the front of the library.

She looked around, checking if anyone was following her. Then she stepped inside.

She went to a section of the library with a shelf of boxes and looked through them for a moment, before picking one off the shelf.

"Ali Grave nil" she muttered as she struggled with the box. "Yeah right."

She set it down, and opened the lid.

The girl scoped through the box, taking out things and putting them back.

Suddenly, her eyes widened as she read a document.

It had information about a family called the Wottons. It talked about the house, before it had been turned into a school.

"Ex quo ludum D. Bartholomaei non habent" she whispered, in what sounded like Latin.
She began to look through more documents, half reading some, going back and forth between others.

She didn't notice a large figure looming over her.

"Miss Adel"

The girl jumped in surprise and looked at who had talked.

It was Mr. Bartholomew.

The girl put on a brave face, but her eyes showed fear and worry.

"Sir" she said.

"Would you mind telling me WHAT YOU ARE DOING HERE AT THIS TIME OF NIGHT?" He shouted the last part loud enough to make a giant jump, but quiet enough that he didn't wake the rest of the school up.

"At this time of night sir?" Said the girl, as if she was clueless as to what was happening. "Whatever do you mean?"

Mr. Bartholomew glared at her. "Stop playing games Adel, and ANSWER. MY (coughing fit) QUESTION"

"Your Question?" She pretended to cough in between 'Your' and 'Question'.

Mr. Bartholomew grabbed her arm.
"No more Games! Answer me NOW. WHAT ARE YOU DOING UP AT THIS HOUR"

"Games?" She said, still acting clueless. "Are we playing a game?"

Mr. Bartholomew suddenly grabbed her by the arm and stood up. He walked out of the library, dragging the girl along with him.

The girl tried to wriggle free. She attempted to pry Mr. Bartholomew's fingers off of her.

"Let go of me!" She yelled, trying to get away.
But Mr. Bartholomew kept a firm grip on her arm.
The girl sighed angrily. "Vescere bracis meis" She muttered.

"Now" he said. "To find a creative punishment for you"

I woke up in a cold sweat.

For the rest of the day, I felt on edge. As if  Mr. Bartholomew was going to pounce, and give a me a 'creative punishment', whatever that was.

I had instinctually used charmspeak on Miss Simons. I had wanted to protect my friends. Protect them from what, I wasn't sure. But I hadn't felt good about letting Ivy and Thalia go out into the hallway and possibly face catching up with Mr. Bartholomew.