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I found her up in her room, with all of her things lying haphazardly about. She looked like she was packing up. I couldn't help getting excited. Packing up meant she was leaving. I'd never have to listen to her talking on and on ever again, not to mention her dancing. She was suddenly aware of my presence in the doorway and she turned to face me.
"Hey Mags, I didn't hear you come up, can I do something for you?"
There were two other things about her that got to me. The nickname made me feel sick. Gods know where she thought that one up. And the second was her offer to help. She was always looking to help out, so much that it was annoying beyond bearable. She reminded me much of a mosquito a giant red haired mosquito waiting to be slapped. I of course would never touch her, as the Master would surely find that reason to punish me to no end. I focused back on her bed, which was heaped with her clothes and several other items. I couldn't help asking her, "Where are you going?" I tried to sound innocent. She turned to me and sighed.
"I'm moving out", she must have noticed my eyes lighting up because a hurt expression crossed her face; an expression that turned to anger a split second later. "Don't look to hopeful, I'm not leaving the castle.", she said as she glared at me. I tried to look indifferent. She continued, turning her back to me and continuing to organize the piles on her bed. "Frankie's worried that I'd be lonely up here all alone in the tower, so I'm changing rooms."
I thought about all the empty bedrooms in the castle. There weren't any. An awful thought began to form in my mind and before I could shove it out I asked her "just where are you moving to? There aren't any rooms left, not empty ones."
She shrugged and replied, "I suppose Frankie found one for me though. I'll be down on the second floor, above the kitchen."
I stopped dead. I stared at her, that awful thought blowing full tilt into my mind. She looked at me funny and then a look of horror crossed her features. We stood there staring at each other until she found her voice and squeaked out a "that's your room isn't it." It was more of a statement than a question. She lowered her eyes to the floor breaking my gaze. A small smile played on my lips as she began to undo her packing. I turned and walked back to the doorway. I stopped just outside and threw her another look.
" This could be very interesting. You know I'm terribly excited, I've always wanted to share a room with a mosquito." I tossed the insult over my shoulder casually, I knew it was a childish thing to say, but I was disappointed she wasn't leaving. It was getting harder and harder to live here every day and it felt good be rude to someone who I knew wasn't going to fight back. Besides, it didn't take much to hurt her feelings. I stalked off down the hallway. I didn't hear her mutter:
" I was really excited about being closer to the action in the castle. On second thought, this tower is just perfect. I'll just have to go and tell Frank that I've changed my mind. I don't mind the solitude, or the darkness, or the dampness, really." She pouted a little and then left to find Frank and tell him about her choice.
It didn't surprise she or I when first thing the next morning we were summoned to the Master's chambers to discuss a "social conflict" as he called it. We both stood there in his office not wanting to look at each other as we listened to Frank ranting about how busy he was at the moment and how he was embarrassed of us breaking his all too important train of thought. To be honest he didn't care if we managed to murder each other, so long as he didn't have to get involved. Then with a dramatic wave and a sigh he dismissed us and slammed the door. I raised an eyebrow and she shrugged. She looked a little put out that her "Frankie" didn't give a damn about her problems that he only cared about himself and his foolish experiments.
"He's just tired I guess", she said with another shrug and started to walk away. She'd been in this castle for a little over two months now and her relationship with Frank was rapidly deteriorating. On the other hand two months was a miracle for that man, most groupies lasted a week and a half at best. She just could not see who Frank really was. She refused to believe any of the rumors, she had got herself convinced that Frank had feelings for her, even though he was clearly bored with her. Then I understood. This was Frank's way of finding revenge on me and my brother. Columbia was one of his problems he didn't want to deal with anymore so he was dumping her on someone else. About a week earlier he had overheard me make a remark about working here that had pissed him off so he had given me a little speech on how grateful I should be to my "master". In there was a comment about "working in peace" which he clearly could not do with her hanging around all day. He was looking for any excuse to punish me and by the looks of things he had found a very good way of doing it.