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Evie Pov
I opened up the door to the room with all her witchy stuff in and stepped in observing the room.

The amount of potions or whatever else she has in here is crazy.

I quickly got my phone out, and tapped Corbyn's contact and the phone wrang.

In just a few seconds, the Wolf Boy himself answered the phone.

"Hey Evie" Corbyn said.

"Corbyn i need to talk to Gabbie, like, now, is she there?" I asked.

"Ya she's here, whats going on?" Corbyn asked as i heard shuffling over the phone.

"My psychologist is a witch! I saw her put something on cookies and tried to get me to eat one" i told him as i examined the room.

"What!? She tried to spell you!?" Corbyn freaked.

"Gabbie! Evie needs to talk with you" i heard Corbyn say to Gabbie.

There was a bit of a shuffling sound of the phone being passed to another person.

"Something wrong Evie?" Gabbie asked.

"Okay, so my dad is worried about me and got me an appointment with a psychologist to talk about my nightmares, but the thing is that she's a witch and she tried to spell me with magical cookies" i blurted all at once.

"Do you know what potion of what she used so i can figure out what she tried to do?" Gabbie asked.

"Uhm, i think so, she's got literally everything...i think" i began to surch the counters.

I opened up a cupboard, nothing. A drawer, nothing. There was everything else but what i was looking for.

I kept rummaging untill i saw the familiar small bottle of purple dust, bingo.

"I got it" i announced.

"Great, is there anything writin on it? What does it look like?" Gabbie asked.

"Its a purple dust, and it says...uh" i paused as i tried to figure out how to pronounce it.

"Um, diath..erl...line" i really hope i said that right.

"Ditherlin?" She asked.

"Yes" i replied.

"Ditherlin is basically a truth dust...Evie was she asking you a bunch of questions?" Gabbie asked.

"Ya she was, she wanted to know about my dreams, about the attack, about literally everything" i huffed in frustration.

"Ditherlin looks a lot like wolfsbane but its not, so thankfully her bottles are labeled or that would have been my first guess" Gabbie said.

"Wolfsbane? What is- you know what, i dont wanna know, i really don't want to know" i said.

"She might be working with Jessie, i dont know of any witches around here that are rebels like us, except for my mom" Gabbie said as i started looking through the other bottle's Dr. Makeen had.

My eyes drifted across the bottles untill they landed upon one that had a very distinct mark on it.

The very same mark i have tattooed on my wrist.

"Well that would explain this..." i picked up the bottle.

"Explain what? What did you find?" Gabbie asked.

"I found a bottle with my mark on it, my tattoo..." i told her.

"Whats in it?" Gabbie questioned.

Inside of the small bottle was what looked like bark from a tee, all chopped up.

"It looks like peices of bark" i told her.

"Bark?..." the question was more to herself than to me.

Then i heard a sound from down the hall, the clicking of a door nob and swinging of a door.

Oh god, she's back.

"Gabbie, she's back, Dr. Makeen is back she's here with me" i whispered over the phone as i crept over to the door and slightly peaked out to see her standing by the door completely unsuspecting.

"Hide! Get out as soon as you can and take the bottle with you" Corbyn's voice came over the phone.

Then Makeen began to make her way down the hall, straight twards me.

I backed up and crouched down behind one of the cubord walls and saw her feet as she entered.

I was barley breathing as i fought to make no sound and the uncontrollable pounding in my chest as i clutched the small bottle in my hand.

I closed my eyes and waited for her to leave, she seemed to be rummaging through her bottles.

Then she stopped and the sound of her feet leaving the room and the door clicking shut.

I jumped to my feet, careful not to make to much noise and creaked the door open so i could see out.

Makeen had just entered the room across the hall and i waited for her to shut the door.

Once she did i slowly slipped through the door, shutting it carefully behind me and crept down the hall.

I opened the main entrance door and quickly made my way out, shut the door and let out the breath that i had been holding the hole time.

"Evie? Is everything okay?" Corbyn's voice sounded from the phone, making me jump out of my skin.

"Ya everything's fine, im out, and headed back downstairs" i told him, hearing a relieved sigh from him.

"Thank god" he muttered under his breath but i still heard him as i walked, more like ran twards the elevator, eager to get out of this place.

"Oh and i forgot one thing about the party later, bring a swimsuit" Corbyn told me.

"I'll get right on that, see you later" i said.

"Bye Evie, and stay out of trouble, please" Corbyn laughed.

I rolled my eyes letting a chuckle slip my lips and hung up the phone as i entered the elevator, pressing the first floor button.

I pressed my back against the wall of the elevator, thankful to be out of that situation.

In a way i feel like a spy, sneaking around, looking through stuff of the enemy and getting exactly what i needed and more.

I held up the bottle in my hand, examining the dark bark inside of it.

The elevator started to open and i quickly concealed it within my hand so no one would see it.

I stepped out and looked around for my dad and Allen.

Then i saw the both of them sitting on one of the couches in the living room and began walking over to them.

"Hey" i announced my presence to them and both their heads shot up twards me.

"Hey Evie, how'd it go?" Allen asked as the both of them stood up

"Lets just say I'd wrather stay far away from this place" i answered and started walking twards the exit doors as they followed.

I knew they were exchanging their concerned, yet worried and frustrated glances behind my back but i ignored it.

I just want to get away, far away, and stay away from this place, but oh no, i will be back here on Monday.

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So why do you think Dr. Makeen would have a bottle of bark with her tattoo mark on it?

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