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Chapter 9: Unjustice

Cashmére had told that boy to go and get some sleep, and now she was reading some novel. She didn't actually really care about it, but it was nice to have something to do, for a change. The book was, at least she thought so, about some couple. The man in the relationship got murdered, and the woman got despaired and so on. Yet, Cashmére couldn't feel she could relate to the story at all. The woman was such a dizz! She appereantly was one of these who couldn't do a thing without some man of some kind. Cashmére closed the book, and sighed. She rose up, and it just that moment someone knocked at the door. Cashmére smiled to herself. It was probably Odale.

Cashmére opend the door, still smiling. That smile faded when she saw Marcia, standing there.
"Hello, Marcia." she said.
"Good evening, Cashmére." Marcia replied.
"Is Odale here?" Cashmére sighed.
"No, she is not." she answered. "Why do you ask? Has something happened?"
Cashmére had started looking at Marcia as problems. "Well," Marcia begun, "It a bit complicated-"
"Spit it out." Cashmére demanded and Marcia sighed. She thought she recalled that she had told Cashmére about the Queste. In a way; she hoped she had done so. It would make things more easy.
"Odale is possibly on a Queste." Marcia said, deciding to cut it short.
"Hm?"
"A Queste is-"
"I know, I know." said Cashmére, "Some wizard stuff."
"It's not just any 'stuff', Cashmére." Marcia replied, a bit angrily. "If Odale- or Septimus- is on that Queste; they'd be in serious danger."
"I understand, Marcia, yet-"
"Was that a heartbeat?"
"Yes, Marcia, I do have a heart." Cashmére sighed.
"Is this really the right time to fight?"
"No, no of course not, but I heard another heartbeat- not yours." Marcia said, "Someone else's..."
"Oh, yes, that'd be Odale's friend." Cashmére smiled, "Yes, he needed somewhere to stay..."
"Merrin Meredith?"
"No." Cashmére wrinkeled her nose at Merrins' name. "His name's Zamir."
"I've never heard of him." said Marcia. Cashmére laughed.
"Neither have I." she smiled again. "Would you like to step inside, Marcia? Some people are staring."
"Oh, well thank you." Marcia said a bit awkwardly, and as Cashmére stepped aside and Marcia stepped inside. She hadn't taken any time to admire Cashméres' home; it was decorated in Cashméres' family-colours. Red. Everything was red. The carpet infront of the fire-place, the sofa and the armchair, the curtains infront of the window. The only contrast was a vase with flowers. Lilies and lavendel. Marcia smiled. It was a bittersweet memory.
"Lilies and lavendel." she whispered.
"Her favourite flowers." Cashmére nodded, "Yes."
"Who's favourite flowers?" Marcia jumped at the foreign voice. She turned around.

Zamir had not expected to see the ExtraOrdinary Wizard to be there when he woke up. Neither had he realized that it actually was the ExtraOrdinary Wizard herself when he had stepped into the livingroom. Otherwise, he probably would have stayed where he had been. It felt odd to stand there, in front of the person who he had joked about with Odale. And now had turned out to be Odales' aunt. He could see that they were related, though. The hair, especially. The same, darke-browm locks.
"Hello." said Marcia Overstrand.
"Er..." Zamir replied, "Ehm, hi."
"So, you're Odales' friend?"
"Yep."
"Oh." Marcia eyed him. "For how long have you been friends, then?"
Zamir went silent. He actually couldn't remember. How old you she have been when he first had seen her? Six? He knew that he was about a year older than her, and he had been about seven. "I don't actually know, madam." he said.
"Hmm." Oops.
"But I think since I was seven." Zamir said. She raised her eyebrows. "She was about six."
"Oh?" Marcia didn't seem to like that. "Really?"
"Yes."
Marcia pursed her lips, and opend her mouth and closed her mouth again. "That would mean you knew DomDaniel aswell."
"I actually... didn't know him that good." Zamir replied. He was starting to feel nervous. Marcia unsettled him. He had never expected to ever be welcome in the Castle, but Marcia was actually very offending.
"Marcia," said Cashmére, "He's just a boy."
"He might be dangerous." Marcia replied angrily. Oh, fun. Of course she thought he was dangerous, it would have been too good, oterwise.
"But he's a boy!" Cashmére protested.
"He stil might be dangerous." Marcia insisted.
"Madam, I can assure you that I have no bad intentions." Zamir said. Marcia roled her eyes- very Odale-like.
"Marcia, don't be silly, now." Cashmére said, "We'll solve this when Odale comes back."
Marcia sighed. "Fine."

Odale woke up in the morning. At first, she was feeling quite well, but then she noticed Jenna's and Septimus's mood, and she realized that maybe everything wasn't that well. They told her that someone- no, something- Darke had came by the previous night. Septimus had cast ban Anti-Darke-Spell, and it had dissapeard. They was still anxious though, and Odale started to feel anxious, she too.

They started packing their stuff, and soon it was time to go. The boys tried to push the door open, without any success. Odale supressed a smile.
"We're locked in." said Beetle, and Odale could tell he was starting to feel nervous. She didn't blame him, but it was kind of stupid of them Odale supressed a smile, and she saw that Jenna did the same thing.
"What?" Septimus asked.
"Jen, do you want to, or can I do it?" Odale asked Jenna.
"Let me do it." Jenna answered.
"Do what?" Beetle wondered.
"Open the door." said Jenna with a smile.
"Jen, the door is pretty stuck-"
"Why don't you let her try once?" Odale smiled even wider, and Jenna opend the door. Snow blew into the room.
"Oh." said the boys. The door opend inwards.
"Yeah," Odale answered, "Oh."
"How do we get out now, then?" Jenna wondered.
"I guess I could melt it up." Odale shrugged.
"But-" Septimus protested, but Odale interupted him again.
"C'mon, Sep, I know you dislike use of Magyk if it's not necessary." Odale said, "But, I mean, it's necessary now.."
"Fine." Septimus sighed. Odale gave him a rare smile, and concentrated on the Spell she was casting.