Improvisus (probably not updating again)

Chapter 3 (Revised)

“We need to talk to you about something and we don’t want to wait.” Butterflies entered my stomach, who seemed to be ADHD.

“What do you need to talk to us about?” I asked in my most innocent voice.

“Don’t use that voice with me, young lady. You know that you won’t get anywhere talking like that. You will have to wait until eleven-thirty. Until them clean up this mess. It looks like a tornado went through here and I will not tolerate your messiness anymore. You girls are eighteen now so act like it.” With that Mom walked down our long, narrow hallway, while her heels clicked against the hardwood floor. She knocked on my brother Brent’s door and disappeared.

I quickly shut the door and looked at Nat. “What in the world was that about? I’ve never seen her get so angry over a mess. She knows we can’t keep anything clean.” I wasn’t scared of much, but when Mom got mad I panicked since she was normally a fairly calm person. Nat’s eyes were wide and her breathing was faster than normal so I knew she was also worried about what was to come and why Mom was so mad.

“Maybe she figured out everything that happened last night and our discovery of magic? If they’ve been hiding it from us then it sure wouldn’t make them happy to know that we discovered their secret.”

“This is not going to end well; I just have a bad feeling about this whole thing.” I shook my head and tried to comprehend Mom’s sudden lack of control over her temper.

I looked over at the clock and saw that it was only five after eleven. I groaned, “Could time move any slower?”

In hopes of speeding time up, and since we appeared to quarantined in our room until eleven thirty, we decided to clean up our room in hopes that Mom’s attitude would get slightly better.

Finally, after what seemed like hours, eleven thirty rolled around and we heard the garage door opening just on time as Dad pulled in right on time, shortly followed by Mom’s yell to go to our living room.

We didn’t protest and went down the steps until we reached the little room that broke off from the stairs about half way down to the kitchen. Once we walked over we saw Mom and Dad already sitting on one of the couches.

I looked around and realized someone was missing, which sunk my hopes even further. Brent was not there and I figured it had to be about what happened the previous night. “Where’s Brent?” I squeaked.

“At a football party,” Dad briefly said before going right to business like any typical lawyer. “Please sit down now.” He gestured to the black leather couch that stood parallel to the one he and Mom were sitting on.

I slowly lowered myself to the couch, pulling my wand out of my shorts on the way down, so that it just was pressed between my back and the couch. Nat and I had decided to take our wands with us to our ‘meeting’ so we would be able to ask about magic and we would have something to back up our argument. We had decided to tuck it under our tank tops and pulled a loose t-shirt over so that the wands would remain unseen.

“So?” I asked, curiosity once again getting the best of me.

“We don’t like the way you acted towards me last night after your dream and I came to your room. Both of your attitudes have to change.” I felt relief flood through me as if a dam had broken and the water came pouring through. I let the tension out of my shoulders and relaxed a little more.

“You took a day off of work to talk to us about our attitudes?” To me our ‘attitude’ problem was definitely not something that deserved a day off of work, but Mom and Dad had strange logic and non-important things to me seemed to mean the world to them.