A/N: Sorry for the delay, just got really stuck half way through this chapter. Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy, please review :)
And thanks to Redangel14, The Chandelier Fell, dionne dance and the guest :)
In reply to the Guest's question: I've planned it all out and it's going to be roughly 33 chapters.

Angelique didn't see much of her mother the next two days and nor did Lucille allow her to work in the kitchens with Martha, saying she could either practise her sewing or her reading and writing. Now that she knew what Angelique was and until she could control it, she would have to stay out of everyone's way.

She did, however, still have Sèraphine to keep her company. After her little bit of excitement the day before, the little bird didn't want to stray far from Angelique and this time, the young girl didn't have to worry about her mother finding out. So the little thing continually fluttered round the room while Angelique was writing, occasionally coming down and twittering loudly in the young girl's ear, making her jump every time.

"Look, why don't you just go outside for a little while?" Angelique asked crossly after Sèraphine's cheeping nearly made her upset her ink bottle. She got up and opened the window. "Come back when you're not going to be so irritating, but don't go into the house again. Maman would be furious."

Angelique was surprised when the bird actually did as she had asked and flew out of the window as the young girl settled back down to practising writing her letters.

A few hours later, much to Angelique's surprise, her mother came in. She glanced outside, the sun was nowhere near close to reaching the highest point in the sky, so it couldn't be noon yet.

"Is everything alright? Nothing's happened, has it?" she asked, worried that someone had found out about Sèraphine.

"No, no, I've finished my chores for this morning and I wanted to give you something. It belonged to your father and he wanted me to give it to you if you ever inherited his… powers."

Angelique stood up, intrigued, as her mother knelt down in between the beds and took up one of the wooden floorboards. Underneath lay a single, very old and worn, book.

"Here it is." Her voice lowered. "It's all to do with controlling the sorcery. I think it will be useful to you."

She handed it over and Angelique nearly dropped it, not realising how heavy it actually was.

"So this actually belonged to Papa?" she asked, a lump forming in her throat. He had died when she was three, so she hadn't many memories of him. All she could remember was that he used to tell her stories every night when he tucked her in, something her mother had never done for her.

"Yes, my dear, it did. You remind me of him so much. You have his eyes, his smile, his hair…" She trailed off and Angelique could see that tears were glistening in her eyes.

Putting the book down on her bed, she reached forward and put her arms round the Housekeeper in an act of comfort, to which Lucille returned.

"He loved you so much, you know," she whispered. "His only regret was that he couldn't spend more time with you, his only child. He made me promise that if you were ever to show any sign of inheriting his abilities, then I would give you this. Part of me hoped I would never have to. You must understand that this is very dangerous and I plead with you to learn to control it and do nothing more. If you're caught… well you know what happens to those accused of being witches."

"Yes, maman." The young girl pulled back from her mother's embrace. They had discussed this only a few days before and Angelique wished to change the topic. Her dreams that night had been plagued with the stories her mother had told her, only ending up with her on the stake. Fortunately she had woken up before anything else had happened, but it had still left her gasping for breath in the middle of the night with no way to get back to sleep.

"Good. Well, I have to go back downstairs. There is no doubt they will be needing me soon and up here I am quite unreachable. Please read it, Angelique, and when you're done, hide it back beneath the floorboards. No one can find it, do you understand?"

"Of course, maman." Was her mother actually frightened? Angelique thought to herself as the woman got up and walked out. Was that why she was acting so strangely? Was she frightened that her daughter would be caught and sentenced to death for witchcraft at the age of six, or for the fact she would lose her job and quite possibly be accused herself?

Once her mother had gone, she settled down on the bed to read the book. Luckily for Angelique, a lot of it was described in pictures, meaning she could understand it. The spells themselves, however, she would have to get her mother to help her with. They were too long and complicated for a girl of six years, especially one of lower class at that.

The familiar twittering of Sèraphine eventually had her looking up and putting the book down. The little bird had a note tied to her leg. A note from Barnabas. With her nerves jittering, she went over to untie it, certain it was going to say that he had told on her and that she was going to be thrown out of the house.

With trembling fingers, she unrolled the thin scrap of parchment and let her eyes read over it slowly, spelling out each word in her head.

Dear Angelique,

I wanted to apologise for last night. I shouldn't have tried to order you to do that. I'm just not used to having friends, and I'm used to my father telling me to act like a man of the household and order people below me what to do. I must have got carried away, and I sincerely apologise, but I have not told anyone of our meetings.

Yours, Barnabas

Although Angelique couldn't read some of the words, she still got the gist of what he was trying to say, and with a huge smile, hurried to fetch her old, second hand quill, desperately in need of sharpening, and started replying on the back of what the young boy had sent, crossing out his message first so he knew that she had got it. She couldn't believe that he hadn't said anything!

Barnabas

I apologise also, I shouldn't have spocken to you the way I did, it waz not my plase.

Angelique

Quickly, she attached it back to Sèraphine's leg and sent her on her way again, hoping for a quick response this time. She didn't dare stand at the window in case her mother came back, like the time before, so she sat back down with her book and continued to read.

She got so engrossed in a spell that seemed to create a gorgeous, satin gown of any colour out of an old dress, that she didn't see the little bird return until she was chirping loudly in her ear, having landed on her shoulder.

"Alright, Sèraphine, I know you're there now, you can be quiet," Angelique told the bird sternly, worried that the noise she was making would disturb any other servants up in the attic. Then she turned and untied the new scrap of parchment, opening it out so she could read it.

Dear Angelique

You don't need to apologise, we're friends and I treated you wrongly. I want us to be equals when we meet. Speaking of which, do you want to meet up again this Thursday? I really hope you do, I enjoyed having another friend to talk to. It gets lonely in this house with no other children to talk to and I'm sure you get lonely even though you have Sèraphine.

Anyway, I await your reply

Barnabas

The young girl gasped. He still wanted to meet with her! She hadn't lost her only friend. He hadn't told on her. Her mother wasn't about to lose her position in the household. It seemed as though everything had changed for the better and, so, with a light heart, she sat down to write her reply to tell him she would be in the dining room at midnight on Thursday.