Strings of Fate

Bellamy 2- Meeting and magic

I know it’s a jerk move but I can’t risk her refusing, this is too important. So I barge my way into her home and try not to grin at the way she glares at me. It’s cute and completely non- threatening.

“What are you doing? This is my home, you can’t just let yourself in!” She objects, I turn and go to give her a dominating stare. Sure enough, she looks away immediately. Yeah that’s about what I expected. A glance around her home doesn’t tell me a lot about her. The place is pretty empty. There is a tv, a couch, a small but tidy kitchen and a dining table that seats two. A door at the far end of the room must lead to her bedroom. I have a strange desire to see behind that door. Are there more personal items inside? Something that might tell me more about this woman. I return my focus to Ryann. I need to talk to her but I feel strange standing here. I remember the little dining table. Perfect, I point at it.

“Sit.” I tell her. To my surprise she glares at me. Perhaps she isn’t so meek after all. Her next

words confirm it.

“Mr Kane, you can’t just barge your way into my home and order me around.” She says angrily. I can’t help but roll my eyes again. Is she trying to be intimidating? Because it is not working. Not at all. I force sarcasm into my tone. I don’t want her to see how amusing I find

her.

“Would you rather I phrase my demand sweeter, and have no doubt this is a demand not a request. Miss Gale, would you be so gracious as to take a seat so that I can speak to you. properly about the rather vague note you left for my sister last night.” I watch as an array of emotions fly across her face. Irritation, curiosity, even a little sadness. To my relief, she sits down. I don’t actually know what I would do if she refuses to speak with me. I can’t exactly

force her.

“Are you happy now?” She gestures for me to take the remaining seat.

“Why did you leave my sister that note?” I ask. She shrugs, SHRUGS. Like it isn’t important. Luckily she continues or I’m fairly sure the sarcastic thoughts passing through my mind would escape and she would never talk to me. I’m not used to people arguing with me, or glaring at me to be honest.

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her. I know it’s not right so I wrote her a note.” She explains. Well that answer was as clear as mud. I narrow my eyes suspiciously. What isn’t she saying?

help it. I speak in a silly high–pitched falsetto.

iL.

rarely have magic. She doesn’t smell like a Witch. I lean in a little,

out. She just raises

me..

and I’m not human.” She insists. Is she trying to lie to me? That’s just insulting. I

it again. Just SHRUGS like

casually. Wait what? She doesn’t know? But everyone knows what they are. It’s practically impossible not to. We all get tested at birth and

know their own magic. I inhale deeply again, looking for hints to her magic in her scent. This time, she’s the one who rolls her eyes

can this be and blah blah blah. I am an orphan and even though I

so interesting.

totally sure I

that note.

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Megan. If she is fated to be my friend then I don’t want her to suffer when I can prevent it.” I confirm her words and she

be friends with my sister?” I comment, I admit that I intend the words