I said I wasn't finished 'Just Another Day…' but the fact of the matter is, I was

So here's a sequel, but I really would like it if there was more than one reviewer this time…

Chapter 1

Three weeks ago, Eric Chant had just regained his memory. (Again)

Three weeks ago, Christopher Chant was saved from the brink of death (twice over).

Three weeks ago, Janet Chant realised she might like Rodger a little more than she thought (No, she didn't…Well, that's what she keeps telling herself)

And three weeks ago, Conrad Tesdinic had stated that he really must be getting back to Series Seven soon.

Now, three weeks later, he was sitting at the table in Chrestomanci Castle, talking to Millie, and wondering exactly why he was still in world Twelve A.

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"Alright, Cat." Chrestomanci said when breakfast was over. "I think it's time we talked about what happened to you. You have had long enough to recover, don't you think?"

Cat couldn't help but think that Chrestomanci was being slightly hypocritical here. He was the one that had insisted that Cat (And himself) had time to, as he put it, recover. Nevertheless, Cat nodded and followed him. Instantly, Julia, Janet and Rodger stood too.

Chrestomanci looked at them all vaguely. "Must you insist on following Cat around?" he asked.

The three children who were not nine-lived enchanters looked at each other for a second, before turning back to Chrestomanci.

"Yes." Julia replied for them.

"Oh, go on, Christopher, what harm can it do?" Conrad asked. "Eric would tell them anyway."

"Oh, very well." Chrestomanci replied, and he, Conrad and Cat made their way up to his study followed by three rather smug looking young Chants.

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When everyone was sitting down (and it was a rather tight fit), Chrestomanci turned his vague stare, once again, to Cat. "Well?" he said.

Julia snorted. He father was so good at interacting with children.

"Would you like me to start from the alleyway?" Cat asked.

"If it isn't too much trouble." Chrestomanci agreed.

"Alright. Well, the others were discussing exactly why Conrad was here and I decided to go and look in one of the shops. There was an old witch inside, I don't know how old exactly, she didn't have any teeth. She called me over. And, needless to say, I was curious how she knew my name."

"She knew your name?" Chrestomanci repeated.

"Yes, Eric, of course, not Cat. Anyway, I went over to her, and she offered me a drink. Now, I told her I wasn't thirsty and decided to go back outside. But suddenly, I found myself so thirsty I could die. I knew, of course, that it was a spell, but before I could do anything about it, she grabbed my arm – my left arm, before you say anything." Cat added, rather annoyed at the expression on his guardian's face. "Anyway, I was forced to drink the…liquid, whatever it was, and then she let go of me. I walked out of the shop and then…well, I had no idea where I was. It certainly was not the alley, I knew that. But I could hear voices, calling on me, and at the time I had no idea who they were… I see now, of course, that it was these three." he said, glancing at Janet, Julia and Rodger. "But I had no possible way of knowing that at the time. I remember thinking about how cold it was and ho nice it would be to be back up at the Castle…and then wondering exactly what Castle."

"This new alleyway…what did it look like?" Conrad interrupted.

"It was old…in a state of disrepair." Cat replied, wondering why this was important. "And abandoned."

Conrad nodded.

"Do go on." Chrestomanci said.

"Yes, well, the witch appeared a while later and she took me to a man, who took one look at me and said I would be perfect. I had no idea for what, but a few minutes later I was certain this man was my father. He took me to his home, through an archway. He used dragon's blood; I think we went to another world."

"Yes, we know that part. Continue." Chrestomanci said.

"Well, I was there in my head for a lot longer than I was in reality. I was his son, he was my father, and everyday he'd have me touch a signature with my left hand and say something…I can't remember what."

"Who's signature?" Rodger asked from the corner, but he had a feeling he already knew.

"It was signed 'Chrestomanci." Cat said guiltily. "He told me he was a…an evil enchanter…"

"You foolish child!" Chrestomanci suddenly shouted, startling everyone. "Have you any idea-"

Cat looked rather annoyed by this, but Janet and Julia both stood up angrily.

"You have no right to shout at Cat like that, daddy! He saved your life, and that wasn't the first time, remember!" Julia burst.

"Yes, and I'm sorry if I'm wrong, but I hardly believe you never did anything wrong with your magic when you were Cat's age, even by mistake!" Janet snapped.

Then she blushed and sat down, and Julia followed suit. That probably wasn't a good idea shouting at him like that.

But Chrestomanci was looking at them, hard, and his mind was a million miles away, with Millie when he first met her, with Throgmorten…and with a certain Uncle Ralph. "You are quite right, I do apologise, Cat." Chrestomanci said, lowering his voice, and surprising everyone even more than when he'd shouted. "Why don't you four go and play for now? I think we've had enough for one morning."

All four children looked bewildered, but nodded and filed out. Just before they did so, however, Janet caught Conrad staring at her and Julia. "What?" she demanded.

"Well, I've never seen anyone except me make him see sense before." Conrad said, his lips twitching into a smirk.

Janet and Julia grinned at each other and followed the boys.

Chrestomanci turned to Conrad, who was looking at him with an amused expression and asked one thing.

"Have you got your camera with you?"

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