Chris sat down at a desk and pulled out all the files. He flicked through them and counted nearly 50 files. He hadn't realised just how many students and staff had gone missing and it was going to take a while to go through them all. Still after a few maybe he could work out some connection and find out if there was something else going on or whether the curse was true.
After flicking through about ten files and scanning the information he could find no obvious link to why these people would have vanished. He also didn't notice a connection for the places they vanished, besides the fact they were all at Magic School. It didn't make sense. No one had seen them vanish either, or at least nobody had come forward saying they had. Considering the lack of people around Chris figured there wasn't really anybody to see them now and over the year people had been in class so unless they went out or were in between classes there was no one around to see anything.
Chris spent the next two hours going through everything more carefully. He picked twenty random files to go through and planned to note down anything strange or similar, but he didn't find anything. There were people with all different powers and of different ages, students and teachers and different places where each one was believed to have vanished within the school. None had any known reason to be connected to the boy who was said to have put the curse on the place, although a couple of the teachers had taught him.
Chris was lost. He went through the other files, just to be sure there wasn't anything useful.
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Glancing at his watch Chris realised it was mid-afternoon and he was dying for a drink. He put the files together, left them on the table to come back to later and made his way to see Wyatt. He got to the office and knocked on the door. He heard a faint murmur and entered. Wyatt looked up from his desk and smiled.
"Find anything?"
Chris shook his head. "I don't understand."
Wyatt laughed. "No one does. All these people have died and we don't know how."
"Died? I thought they all disappeared," Chris said with a frown as he sat down opposite Wyatt.
"Yeah, but do you really believe they are still alive?" Wyatt asked as he spun around in his chair. "Drink?"
"I guess," Chris admitted. "I was actually coming to ask you if you wanted a drink."
"I keep a store here," Wyatt said as he threw Chris a can of cola over. Chris caught it.
"Thanks. So if all these people are dead where are the bodies?"
Wyatt shrugged. "Who knows. Maybe there are no bodies if magic is to blame for this." He stared calmly at his brother.
"I suppose you are right," Chris agreed. "Hey, one question though. How do you know these people vanished and didn't leave?"
"I spoke to their parents and friends. No one has seen any of them. Besides I know when someone has disappeared," Wyatt answered, taking a sip of his drink.
"How?"
Wyatt laughed. "Magic," he stated as if it were obvious. "I know who is here at all times and I often walk around the place. There have even been a couple of times when I've seen someone as I'm walking from one room to another. I go back through a minute later and they are gone."
"Do you ever hear or see anything?"
"No."
Chris sighed, realising his brother probably didn't want to talk about. He sounded distant and he thought it was probably because he was trying not to think about all that had gone missing. "I'll go see if I can find anything else."
"Be careful."
"I'll be fine."
Wyatt stood up and went round to Chris, placing his hands on his shoulders. "No one is safe. Not even me. Call me if you need anything." He dropped his hands and opened the door with just a slight movement of his hand. Chris nodded and walked out. He made his way back to the library and was surprised to find it a complete mess. Tables and chairs were over turned and books were on the floor. The folder was now on the floor as well with the files scattered nearby.
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Chris awoke with a jump and looked around, expecting things to be a mess. He was surprised when things looked normal and the folder was still in front of him. He looked at his watch and saw it was late afternoon. He stood up and stretched before deciding to go and see Wyatt.
He telepathically called out to him to see where he was and immediately Wyatt told him he was still in the office. Chris made his way to the room and knocked on the door. He heard a faint murmur and entered. Wyatt looked up from his desk and smiled.
"Find anything?"
Chris shook his head. "I don't understand."
Wyatt laughed. "No one does. All these people have died and we don't know how."
"Died? I thought they all disappeared," Chris said with a frown as he sat down opposite Wyatt.
"Yeah, but do you really believe they are still alive?" Wyatt asked as he spun around in his chair. "Drink?"
"I guess," Chris admitted and then frowned. "A drink would be good. I can't help but feel this has all happened before…I had a strange dream."
"Really?" Wyatt said as he threw Chris a can of cola over. Chris nodded and caught the drink.
"Thanks. So if all these people are dead where are the bodies?" he asked, continuing the conversation and almost knowing how it was going to go, even if it had only been a dream.
Wyatt shrugged. "Who knows. Maybe there are no bodies if magic is to blame for this." He stared calmly at his brother.
"I suppose you are right," Chris agreed. "So you spoke to the parents and friends of those that vanished? I mean, how else would you know they'd vanished."
Wyatt gave him a slightly odd look, almost questioning how he knew that. "Yeah, I did. No one has seen any of them. Besides I know when someone has disappeared," Wyatt answered, taking a sip of his drink.
Chris smiled slightly and leaned back in his chair. "Oh. How?"
Wyatt laughed. "Magic," he stated as if it were obvious. "I know who is here at all times and I often walk around the place. There have even been a couple of times when I've seen someone as I'm walking from one room to another. I go back through a minute later and they are gone."
"You've never heard or seen anything?" Chris asked, although it was really more of a statement. "The reports don't mention anything."
"No."
It may have been a dream, but it seems he was right. The dream had been more of a premonition and Chris wondered exactly why he'd had it. What was so important about knowing this conversation?
He sighed, realising his brother probably didn't want to talk about it anymore and deciding he needed to do more research into all this. "I'll go see if I can find anything else."
"Be careful."
"I'll be fine," he said automatically.
Wyatt stood up and went round to Chris, placing his hands on his shoulders. "No one is safe. Not even me. Call me if you need anything." He dropped his hands and opened the door with just a slight movement of his hand. Chris nodded, knowing there was nothing more to say and walked out.
He made his way back to the library and frowned when he saw everything was as he had left it. The files were still in the folder and on the table and all the books were on the shelves. The place was clean and tidy. Normally Chris would be happy not having to clear a mess up, but this time he couldn't help but think something was wrong. He had dreamt this different and he had to know the reason why.
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