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Alone once again within the decomposing walls of the abandoned house, Rosalind stared blankly into space. Still thinking of the foreshadowing words the fairy King told her. She had no intention of running into him again anytime soon. Finally, she gathered all of her belongings from the deserted property and left the dreary place.

Coming back to England had always been her plan. She had left when she was very young to go live with her aunt in Italy after her parents died of illness. Shortly, Her aunt passed and left Her Penniless. A man calling himself a magician found her and took her in as his apprentice. He was the one that taught her everything she knew. The arrangement was that after she learned all that he could teach her of the magical arts, she was to return to England to help bring back its magic. But, not only did her master vanish before her apprenticeship was finished, she had heard that magic had already returned to England! Determined not to be left out on such a historical event, she returned regardless.

A while after his disappearance the locals claimed him dead even though she tried to inform them that he has just merely away. Soon, his will was found and within it, it declared that upon his death, everything was left to her. She was lucky her master did leave her his fortune, now she wouldn't have to live in some hovel. Not many men were willing to rent to just a mere lady. Finding someone was a challenge, but she completed it easily enough. Soon she was able to Obtain a rather small apartment in London. Now all she had to do was introduce herself to the famed English magician, Mr. Norrell. The town practically wouldn't shut up about him. She had arranged a meeting with a man named Mr. Drawlight. He claimed to be one of Mr. Norrell's closest friends and said he would introduce her today at Mr. Norrell's home.

When the carriage arrived at the door of the brick building, Mr. Drawlight was there waiting for her. She had to remind herself not to grimace when she saw him, he was not an appealing man to be around but she required his assistance. She would have to play along with his Sharad.

"Why hello, Miss Mor~row! I'm so glad you could make it." he greeted as he helped her out.

"Hello, indeed Mr. Drawlight." She returned.

"I say, What gorgeously serious attire! Why if I didn't know any better I'd thought you were about to declare war." She wore her red and white coat with gold trim, Akin to that of a male military uniform, beautiful matching boots, and hat that adorned many exotic flowers. She ignored him and his compliment once her feet were on the sidewalk. She began to walk to the door but Mr. Drawlight stopped her before she could even touch the steps.

"Now- I know you would've liked to have Mr. Norrell all to yourself, but, a Mr. Strange has come all the way from Shropshire in hopes of becoming his apprentice. Absurd I know. There can only be one magician in England." He muttered distastefully.
"With any luck, he'll be gone within a couple of seconds, of course, The charlatan. Then your little visit with Mr. Norrell shall go as planned!"

"It is no matter to me if he wants to take up an apprentice, but I assure you Mr. Drawlight-" she motioned him to come closer. he leaned in as if she was about to tell him the juiciest piece of gossip around.

"Mr. Norrell is not the only magician in England, if he ever was, anymore." Mr. Drawlight's face was one of Pure confusion and shock. As he stood there dumbfounded, she strode past him and through Mr. Norrell's front door.

After minutes of waiting, Rosalind could wait no longer. She slammed the Library door open with a flick of her hand and strutted into the cozy room, Mr. Drawlight slowly running to catch up to her. Four men stood by the mirror on the far side from her, they all turned to face her.

"Well? Which one of you is he?" She asked. She already was a little more irritated that she would've liked to be at that moment.

"MR. NORRELL! WAIT, PLEASE, MISS MORROW!" Mr. Drawlight shouted as he came in, huffing and puffing from running down the hall. He was about to say something but noticed the chair next to him. He then decided that falling into it and catching his breath was a more appealing idea.

"What is the meaning of this? Who are you?" The shortest man spoke.

"I am Rosalind Morrow and I am here to see the magician, Mr. Norrell. He should be expecting me." She answered.

"Well I am Mr. Norrell and I was not told about this meeting.-" Mr. Drawlight interrupted him before he could finish.

"Mr. Norrell…Miss Morrow… I-I can explain, please!" He pleaded. A man with ginger hair stomped over and struck him across the face, silencing his rambling. There was a short pause before Norrell began again.

"Now if you please leave I have some things I would like to discuss with my new apprentice." He told her as turned by to the man across from him.

"My dear Mr. Strange, this is truly remarkable." Mr. Norrell smiled, still too giddy by the demonstration. "I've never seen magic like that, such magic has never been recorded!" He boasted.

"I apologize, sir, I do not know how to bring it back" Mr. Strange replied.

"Oh? Don't you? Here, I'll show you." Miss Morrow walked up to the mirror, plucked the paper in front and shook it off and turned it over to Mr. Strange. The paper had returned to its solid, readable state. The shock was etched on everyone's face. Their bewildered expressions only served to make her smirk grow wider.

"What? You weren't expecting two magicians to come today?" she asked. A sudden false realization hit Mr. Norrell. The ginger noticed this and spoke up.

"Sir, you can't honestly think that-" he paused, looking for confirmation in the magician. "Mr. Norrell, don't be absurd-" Mr. Norrell raises his hand and stopped him before he could finish. His focus, as well as everyone else's, was now on her.

"Have you also come looking for an apprenticeship as well?" He asked her.

She almost laughed in his face. "You should listen to your friend, don't be absurd. I haven't come here for your tutelage. I came here to help assist with bringing back magic to England, in any way I can."

"Then you've come here for nothing, I'm sorry, but you must go back to where ever you came from. I can bring English magic back just fine by myself, thank you." Mr. Norrell said as he shooed her away.

"I'm afraid you're mistaken, Mr. Norrell, I'm not here to help you bring back English magic. I am here to help England bring back English magic. I was merely told you offer my assistance to you."

"Told to offer your assistance? Who, exactly, told you?" His question was more like a demand. He feared what the answer might be. She turned from him and her eyes started to Wander About the library.

"who else but your precious English Government, my friend! I am sorry to say that you are no longer England's sole magician, you're just one of one of them now." She answered. She didn't need to see to tell that the blood drained from Mr. Norrell's face. Oddly enough, throughout this whole commotion Mr. Strange's eyes never seemed to leave her.