"Where did you come from?" Marcia asked warily as she and Vanessa took seats at the table.
"Aurum," Vanessa said hurriedly. "I think you - or your predecessor or something - might know my mentor, Georgia Roulaind."
"I don't recall a Georgia Roulaind," Marcia said slowly after a moment's thought, "But I'm sure my old master may know her."
"Do you know where I can find him?" Vanessa inquired.
"Well, not exactly-"
Vanessas face fell.
"Because he's a ghost."
Vanessa looked up excitedly. "Oh, easy!" she exclaimed. Marcia cocked her head.
"Would you, er, mind telling me who or what you are?"
Vanessa smiled. "I'm an Enchanter's Apprentice. Well, to be precise, I'm actually The Enchanter now... But I must be off, I have to find your old master. What was his name?"
"Alther. Alther Mella."
"Thank you so much!" Vanessa cried before disappearing out the door, streaking past a bewildered Catchpole and jumping onto her Skayte Board. She reached the hall and froze as the floor appeared to burst into flames.
Welcome, Enchanter, flashed lavishly across the tiles as Vanessa Skayted out