AN: This may sadly be a little shorter than my previous chapters, I was originally going to include chapter 10 in this - but it was past midnight when I wrote this chapter and I was getting to tired to continue writing in coherent words. Hope this satisfies you for now though!
The next day they took a break from witch training due to how worn out Little Red had become the previous time. Since the witch training was on hiatus for the day, Little Red figured she'd ask,
"Since we're not really doing anything today - do you think you could teach me how to sing?" They were in the living room. Leanette smiled sweetly at her.
"Believe it or not - singing is harder to master than witchcraft," she informed. Little Red arched an eyebrow.
"Really?" her voice was weary. "Is anything easy?" she asked dramatically. Leanette gestured to the bookshelf.
"Read a book, that's easy," she retorted. It wasn't what Little Red meant, but she had to admit Leanette had a sense of humor.
Suddenly Leanette had an idea but her first thought in reaction was to push it away. She had a scrapbook somewhere filled completely of photos of her family. Think Leanette - do you really want to go down that road? The answer, of course, was no. Whether she wanted to or not wasn't important though. What mattered was whether she actually needed to travel down that road. The answer to that, unfortunately, was yes. For so many reasons.
Little Red noticed Leanette glancing off into the distance. "Whatcha thinking about?" Leanette shook her head, bringing herself back to earth. She stood up.
"Come with me, I have something to show you," Little Red followed Leanette into her room. Leanette threw open the closet door, searching. There were boxes that appeared to be abandoned on the very top shelf. Leanette couldn't reach so she used her telekenetic power to bring down the box she wanted so she could search through it.
Finally finding the scrapbook, Leanette pulled it out of the box. She blew the dust off the cover causing a dust cloud to rise, making her sneeze. She winced; how long had it been up there? She could see that the pages were yellowed. It must've been quite a while.
Leanette sat on her bed with the scrapbook. She patted the space next to her indicating for Little Red to sit next to her. Little Red obeyed. Leanette opened the scrapbook to the first page. "Welcome to my life," she said to her. "Welcome to my memories."
