Octavia set up the Ouija board in the observatory, she was as giddy as a child - excited to play with it for the first time in years. Clarke sat at the table with her younger sister, she didn't really feel like playing but she missed Octavia so much, she was glad to be spending some time with her, no matter what the activity.

"I'm going to hit the sack, guys." Raven walked into the observatory, checking in with her sisters. Octavia looked at the clock hanging on the wall behind her, it was 11 pm.

"You're not gonna play with us?" Octavia asked.

"I'm not really in the mood to talk to the dead. Just make sure you put the board back when you guys are finished." Raven concluded, heading out of the room and up the stairs to her own bedroom.

Clarke and Octavia each placed their two fingers down on the planchette, waiting for it to move.

"Aren't we supposed to ask a question or something?" Clarke asked.

Octavia opened her mouth, waiting for a question to pop into her head. After a few seconds, she spoke softly "Will I find my true love anytime soon?"

The two sisters eyed the board, but the planchette did not move. Clarke yawned and rubbed at her eyes, tiredness was setting in. "I'm gonna go get a cup of coffee, want one?" She asked. Octavia shook her head, still eyeing the board with childlike fascination. Clarke stood and left the room. As soon as she was out of the room, the planchette moved aggressively across the board to the letter "A". Octavia let out a scream, "Clarke!"

The middle sister came running into the room, "What?! What is it?!" she was clearly startled and worried.

"The pointer, it - it moved! By itself!" Octavia stuttered.

Clarke just laughed, she knew Octavia was some sort of a pathological liar. She always used to play pranks on her as a child, but this time she wasn't falling for it. "You always used to move the pointer." she stated before leaving the room again.

Once again as soon as Clarke left the room, the pointer moved furiously to the letter "T", it then went around and came back again. Octavia screamed once more, taking her fingers off the pointer. Clarke came back into the room with the cup of coffee, "Stop screaming, you'll wake Raven."

"It moved again, I swear!" Octavia was scared out of her mind. The pointer moved again, this time with Clarke as a witness. The planchette quickly swiped to the letter "I". Clarke opened her mouth to speak but no words came out, instead she screamed for Raven. In a few seconds, the eldest sister came bolting down the stairs.

"Why is everyone screaming!" She yelled. Now with all three sisters watching, the pointer moved to its last letter "c". All three were speechless. Octavia grabbed a paper and pen and wrote down scribbles, she held the paper up to her sisters.

"Attic." she spoke quietly. "It spelled out attic."

A look of anger spread across Raven's face as her fists clenched and her teeth gritted against one another, not even an hour into Octavia's return and she was already fucking things up and summoning evil spirits into the house. Raven was ready to start yelling and had half the mind to kick Octavia out into the streets, but then her mind flashed to the image of Clarke crying over her two sisters fighting and almost immediately her own face went blank. The eldest sister took in a deep breathe, hoping that all her negative emotions would leave her body with every breathe she took.

"The attic has been locked since gram's death. We haven't been able to open it." Raven spoke with impatience.

Octavia looked at Raven and then back down to the board, "Then why would it..." she pointed towards the board "Tell us to go up there."

Raven sighed and groaned, frustrated. "Octavia if this is a prank, I swe-"

Octavia cut her off, "It's not!" she stomped her foot down like a child.

Raven rolled her eyes and turned on her heel, she made a gesture with her arm for her sisters to follow. The young ones quickly got behind Raven and clung on to her with fear, Raven was always the brave one. They were children when their
mother died, so Raven was forced to grow up quick - she always had to look out for Clarke and Octavia. She never had time to live her own life because she was always living for them.

The three sisters stuck close together and walked up the stairs. Clarke looked over her shoulder - afraid that the ghost within the Ouija board was following them, ready to pounce at any second. Within moments, the trio reached the attic door. There was an air of suspense and worry surrounding them, Raven reached slowly for the doorknob. Everyone's breathe was stuck in their throats, Raven bit down on her lip with such fear that she was close to drawing blood. With utmost care, Raven turned the doorknob slowly, her finger sweat rubbing off on the rusted metal. Clarke and Octavia kept their eyes glued to the door, refusing to blink. They were all positive the door would open and a crazed serial killer yielding a machete would come barreling out at them.

The knob turned a full 360 degrees but the door did not open. Everyone let out their breathe and Raven muttered "Locked." with a sigh of relief. The trio released their tensed muscles and finally began blinking again. "Go to bed." Raven ordered before continuing. "We'll call someone to bust the door down tomorrow." And with that, Raven and Clarke began walking down the flight of stairs. Octavia, however, did not budge. She stood eyeing the door, she desperately wanted to know what the room contained. Once Raven was at the bottom of the stairs, she looked back up at Octavia. Raven did not want Octavia attempting to open the door, and she knew she would, no matter what. "Octavia." she said sternly. The youngest sister turned on her heels and slouched down the stairs. She walked past Raven without looking her in the face and took off into her own bedroom - locking the door behind her.

As she lay in bed that night, Octavia could not sleep. All she could think about was the attic and how her grandmother fell down those stairs and ultimately lost her life to a measly twelve steps. The thought ran through her mind that maybe her grandmother was the one who spelled out attic, that maybe within the room was the secret to her grandmother's death, that maybe her grandmother did not just fall down the stairs - maybe she was pushed. Whatever the reason, Octavia absolutely had to get into that room.

So, when the house went quiet, Octavia sneaked out her room and went quietly up the attic stairs. To her surprise, the fragile attic door was already cracked open. You could just faintly see the light held within. Just a breathe from Octavia's lips, and the door opened completely. Octavia walked inside and marveled at the sight before her. It looked like something out of movie - antiques hung upon walls, messes of clutter spread out within the room, marvelous artwork and tons of books, bottles of mysterious liquids and tons of herbs laying on table. But the one thing that caught her eye the most was a massive book placed gently on a stand in the middle of the room. Octavia walked slowly toward it, afraid that the creaking of the floorboards underneath her feet would wake her sisters. The book was beautiful, the way it caught the light of the full moon just perfectly and it's elegant design. It was green in color but on the outermost front cover of the leather bound book was a red triquetra carved delicately into it. The symbol looked oddly familiar, but Octavia couldn't remember from where.

Octavia's fingers teased the pages of the book, but anticipation and impatience forced her to open it up to the front cover. The material of the paper itself was beautiful and felt expensive underneath Octavia's touch, on the first page in a beautiful font read...

"Book of Shadows" Octavia whispered under her breath. Octavia flipped to the next page, eager to know all of the secrets held within the beautiful book. Octavia whispered the title of the next page, it seemed like some sort of Latin phrase, "Dominus Trinus" The youngest sister then began to read aloud the contents of the page.

"Hear now the words of the witches, the secrets we hid in the night. The oldest of Gods are invoked here. The great work of Magic is sought. In this night and in this hour, I call upon the Ancient Power. Bring your powers to we sisters three! We want the power! Give us the power!"

Octavia felt tingly, but she regarded it as the excitement of being in the attic. The Book of Shadows was entertaining her beyond belief, so she spent the whole night flipping through the pages and reading - but this time, in her head.


NOTES

What kind of jobs/careers should the sisters have? Also, what ships do you guys want to see throughout the story?