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Chapter 2: Pride and Prejudice

Ash POV

That night, Quinn escorted me to a spare room, when someone approached. She had blonde hair which framed her head, like a cap, and she seemed familiar.

"I never really thanked you." she said, smiling up at me, "For saving me in the club I mean." Oh, I smile back at her.

"That's okay, I'm sorry for not realising that you were actually a witch."

She smiled, "That's perfectly okay, I'm Gillian."

"And I'm Ash." We both nodded to each other, and I continued following Quinn.

He led me to a simple room, with a bed and a desk. But the first thing I noticed was the sky outside. I dropped my bag and walked over to the window in a trance-like state.

"Even when we're apart we'll still be looking at the same sky."

"Very poetic." Said Quinn, standing next to me, "Where did you get it?"

"It's an original Ash Redfern line." I answered.

Here I am, I'm doing this for you, you know, I'm here for you. I told you I would slay dragons, and that's exactly what I'm doing.

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I woke the next morning feeling better than I had for a long time. I was finally doing something to prove myself. I got up, dressed and headed downstairs, where eyes followed my every move, as I walked over to the sofa where Poppy was sitting, reading a book.

"Morning," I greeted, "What are you reading?"

She looked up at me, "Pride and Prejudice. I can't imagine you being interested in it to be honest." I froze. A lump rose in my throat.

"Oh." I mumbled. I could feel the colour draining from my face.

'You have not read 'Pride and Prejudice'.'

'Why not?'

"Shit." I breathed, dropping my head in my hands, "This is harder than I thought it would be."

'Because Jane Austen was a human.'

'How do you know.'

Everyone was walking over to me, looking worried, but I didn't care, I was in a memory of a time months ago.

'Well Jane Austin was a woman, and you're a chauvinist pig-,'

'Yes, well that I can't argue.'

"Ash, are you okay?" someone asked me. The answer was no, I felt sick.

'So now can I tell you how, um, ardently I love and admire you?'

I stood up and ran, as fast as I could. Out of the back doors, and into the forest behind the house. I knew some of them were following me. I hardly cared.

'Would you kiss a three-hundred-pound gorilla?'

'Oh, thank you.'

'I didn't mean you looked like one.'

'Don't tell me let me guess. I smell like one?'

I couldn't go any further. I threw up.