Okay, so the last part with Janet/Gwendolen was confusing? I'll explain it in this:
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"Cat go and get someone to make him some good tea!" Chrestomanci yelled at him. The young man flung the door open and stormed away.
"You," he then pointed to Darlah. "I want you to go to your own room, the housekeeper will take you there, and leave us here with Fordge, he will need some rest."
"But Mr. Chrestomanci," she protested, "this happens all the time, you don't need to take it so seriously."
"This is very serious. Something is wrong with him and it must be discovered, or else he'll go on being terrorized by thoughts as long as he lives!" he responded without a moments hesitation.
Darlah left feeling a bit left out and was directed by the housekeeper as said, to her room.
"Cheer up, he'll be fine." She said sounding more like she was commanding her then comforting her.
In fear of her life Darlah cheered up as well as she could in case the housekeeper (who told her that her name was Mrs. Nostrowm) would leave and come back with a broom to…. The thought was too horrible.
Back in Fordge room Cat was back with a wizard maybe thirty or forty, came back in and they gave to him drink a mug of some deep red liquid.
"Take it." Chrestomanci handed it to Fordge, but held on a little incase he couldn't support it. He could, so Chrestomanci let go. "There, that helps, doesn't it?"
Fordge nodded, not wanting to stop drinking the elixir (he assumed it was some kind of potion) that helped clear up his senses and calm him down almost completely.
"Thank you," he said breathing heavily. "You must show me how to make that remedy sometime in case I find someone I crisis. What is it?" he asked the man.
"This?" the man looked at him with a sideways glance. "It's chamomile tea." He told Fordge.
"Oh." Fordge tried not to look to embarrassed. "Right." He nodded, staring at the floor.
The man settled down with the empty mug in one had on a velvety blue chair.
Fordge looked around and noticed that practically everything was in blue. In fact, the window was made of blue glass. Even the candles lit in his room had a blue glow about them.
"Are you all right?" Gabriel asked him.
"Huh? Oh, yeah." He put his head in his hands and massaged his temples. "I'm sorry I worried you like that. Forgive me." He said straightening up.
"Forgive you? Hah! You have nothing to be ashamed of." Cat laughed.
"It was very, embarrassing." He said truthfully. "I don't usually worry like that in public." He said to the floor, not daring to look up at any of them.
He felt a hand underneath his chin pull his head up to look at him. It was the other man that had come with the tea.
"Young man, you shouldn't be embarrassed of something like that!" he said. "You are in a very unstable state and couldn't help it if you wanted too! What we want to do is help you get over what is bothering you. Is there anything you care to tell us?"
Fordge looked around at all of the faces. They were so unfamiliar to him. He then looked at the man.
"What's your name?" he asked him finally.
The man looked over at Cat's sister, who squirmed uneasily and nodded.
"It's yours, after all." She told him.
"My name is Gabriel." The man answered Fordge.
"But her name is Gabriel," Fordge pointed to the girl.
"She was merely borrowing my name while you were picked up. She wanted to seem more important then old Janet." Gabriel replied.
"My name's stupid." She said to herself and shuffled her feet on the floor.
"Well," Fordge said to cover up his thinking.
"Well?" Chrestomanci asked.
"I will tell you as much as I can." They all looked relieved at this news, "but I will only tell this man here." He indicated to Gabriel (the real one).
"What?" Cat asked, shocked that Chrestomanci was refused to be spoken too.
"I do warn you whatever you tell me, I will tell the Master here." Gabriel pointed out.
"Exactly. I believe it would be better coming from someone else than me." Fordge admitted.
"What's wrong with everyone else?" Gabriel asked. "Why don't you pick one of them?"
"Oh! They're fine, I could tell any of them if I wanted. It's just. I don't know. I'll take turns I guess, and everyone will find out a part of my problem."
"Tonight?"
"No, only some of it tonight. I'm…. I'm not sure how much I can say without being discovered. So it'll be in bits and pieces."
The others got up and left, except for Gabriel.
"What did you want to tell me?" he asked after a moment's pause.
Fordge opened his pack and showed him…