Improvisus (probably not updating again)

Chapter 3 (Revised)

“The one day we really need to talk to them they’re not home.” Nat sounded upset and guilt churned inside of me.

“Maye they are. You know how random Dad’s schedule is and Mom may have an open spot. Plus Mom has lunch break so we could talk to her then, and hope Dad will be home for lunch too.” It was nice that Mom had her own salon at the entrance to our house, at times like the one we were in.

“Only one way we’ll find out. We really need someone to explain something to us.” Nat threw off her thin white blanket that matched mine, and threw her legs over the side of her bed. She ran over to our closet and disappeared. She quickly reappeared with clothes in her hand.

“Nat, why do you think our…visitor left that last note for us on the closet door?” The question had been haunting me since the moment I had remembered everything that happened and it had been the last thought I’d had before I fell asleep.

“Well, he did say that he controlled his servants by fear, so he probably wanted to scare you so that you wouldn’t double cross him, and then maybe if you were scared of what he could do, you would help him, because you would be scared of the consequences that would happen if you didn’t.” I shivered at how accurate Nat’s words were. Alan was not someone to be double crossed. He was not a good person to mess with. I decided to put my thoughts to rest as I knew I would not be able to wonder much longer without driving myself mad with questions that would not get answers.

“What does your wand say?” I randomly asked as I grabbed a pair of shorts and a tank top from the closet.

“Vis, which means zap as you probably know. What that actually means, I have no idea, like zap as in like shock or electrocute? What’s yours say?”

“Morior, which means die. I think mines pretty clear, but your sounds a lot better than mine.”

“Yeah, no kidding.” I pulled my shorts on, tucked my wand under my pillow, and walked over to the door. Just as I was about to turn the knob someone knocked on our bedroom door.

“Girls, can I come in?” Mom’s voice called through the door.

I turned the knob and pulled open the door. “Hi Mom,”

“Hi Candace,” Mom frowned as she peered into our room. “You two need to clean your room.” I quickly stepped in front of her so she couldn’t see much. She tried to look over me, but since she was only five four, and I was five seven it was hard for her to see over me and with Nat behind me, who was five six she would have a hard time seeing how bad it actually was.

Unfortunately we had beige carpet, and trash and clothes littered the floor, and with so many colours covering the carpet it was hard to miss the mess no matter how little a person could see. Plus we had dark blue walls so any light shirts might as well have been neon lights.

“Sure, Emma, we’ll do that later, but is Steve home right now?” Nat quickly asked. 

Mom frowned, “No, he is going to be home for lunch, why?”

“Candace and I really need to talk to both of you. Will you be available to talk at lunch too or do you have appointments for the rest of the day?” I figured she would have appointments from eleven thirty to eight at night, but I was surprised.

“I took the day off today. Steve was going to too, but a client needed to speak to him so he just went to work for the morning.” I frowned. Mom hadn’t taken a Saturday off for as long as I could remember. Even when she was sick she didn’t cancel appointments.

“Why did you do that?” I quickly looked down at Nat’s hands and was flooded with relief to see that she didn’t have her wand with her at the moment, because I knew that would make everything much worse, and it already didn’t sound too promising.