Chapter 22

Kitty

Kitty threw a random object at Bartimaeus as he left. She made sure she didn't hit him, But she wanted to prove a point. That and she couldn't keep all of her anger bottled. She was shaking with fury.

But when she was sure Bartimaeus was gone, She broke down crying. She buried her face in her hands, sank to the gound on her knees. Why had Bartimaeus been such a…Bastard? The two of them had been getting along fine until…until she summoned Ptolemy. But blaming Ptolemy was completely unjust. He really had nothing to do with it. It wasn't his fault. Perhaps Bartimaeus just wanted to prove something to Ptolemy, something that didn't come out right.

She felt Ptolemy crouch down beside her. "Kitty," He began. "I'm sorry for the way Rekhyt has been acting. There must be a reason for it." Kitty numbly nodded. The words meant little to her. She wasn't crying anymore, but she was still angry. She could feel it deep within her. She supposed it was something no one could ever get rid of, no matter how hard they tried. Anger was one of the emotions, and you can never get rid of emotion. Even tough djinn like Bartimaeus lost control of themselves. Although she didn't want to, she could feel her inner self already starting to forgive Bartimaeus. Ptolemy spoke to her again. "So, you've gone to the Other Place with Rekhyt?"

Kitty looked over to him now, studied his face. He was geniunely concerned with her feelings. "I did," She answered him. She felt as though she had to be as polite as possible. Bartimaeus had been right about that.

"How?" He asked her.

"I used Acrophya. You wrote it, right?"

Ptolemy nodded. He made himself comfortable on the floor and continued. "Has any other magician done the same?"

Kitty followed him and made herself comfortable on the floor as well. They were facing the other, staring into the other's eyes as they spoke. It was truly…magical how connected she felt with him at the moment. "I'm sorry," she shook her head. "but—according to Bartimaeus—no other magician has followed you."

Ptolemy shook his head sadly, looked to the ground for a moment. After a while he looked back up to her, again staring her in the eyes, making her feel small. "That's a shame," He sounded geniunely dissapointed. "But you made it, right?" Kitty nodded. "Was it not awesome? I loved it."

Kitty again nodded. "It was beautiful. Hard to describe, really."

Ptolemy nodded in agreement. "Still. At least my method was followable. Why did you seek to go there in the first place?" Kitty studied him for a moment, as though she was expecting judgement. She didn't know why she was looking for it—Ptolemy seemed nice enough. She looked into his eyes and saw that they were full of curiosity, not judgement. As Bartimaeus had said, Ptolemy was naturally curious. She felt she could trust him. So she told him the story. The whole story. Starting with Jakob. She left nothing out, and made sure she made her point before continuing.

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Ptolemy listened intently as Kitty continued on with her story. He never interrupted, not even to gasp. Instead he just nodded and looked sad at some points. Sometimes his expression changed to excitement or fear, but he never said anything. All in all, he was the perfect listener.

"It seems," he started when Kitty finshed. "that you, Nathaniel, and Rekhyt are very close. Especially with the Nouda issue." He shook his head in thought. "I can't see why the two of you are fighting."

Kitty shrugged in reply to his answer. "I think that the shock of seeing you again is too much for him at the moment. He's a touh djinni—he doesn't like showing emotion too often. You know, your form is his preferred guize."

Ptolemy seemed uneasy at this; perhaps embarrased. "Really? I wonder why."

"Bartimaeus says it's because you gave him so much freedom here, on Earth. You allowed him to go from Earth to the Other Place whenever he wanted. That's something no one else would do. And also because you put enough trust in him to go to the Other Place. You wanted to unite djinn and humans, and even tried. He's never forgotten."

Ptolemy seemed truly touched. "He told you this?"

Kitty nodded. "He did. When I first summoned him, I reminded him of you and he got really, really angry."

"You should know what names can do."

Kitty smiled, cocked her head slightly to one side. "That's exactly what he said. He really respects you, you know."

Ptolemy was silent for a moment. "I didn't know," He shook his head and looked away in thought.

"He wanted people to follow you. He wanted you to suceed. He was happy to be in your service. He'd do anything for you, even if it meant his life." Ptolemy was dead silent after this. Kitty knew he wanted to say something, but was chocked up in his thoughts. She could tell by the looks on his face. Her message had hit hard. But what now? She had said what she wanted to, and Ptolemy understood. What else was there to say?

A light—but not too loud so one could hear—knock on the door. "Kathleen, dear," Her mother called to her. "There's someone here to see you. She's from the government."

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And that's the chapter! Cliffy! Yay! Ooh, rambeling. I like the KittyPtolemy bond forming here…Slight surprise in later chapters for fans. But until then, I leave you to read on and review. Give me your opinions, I'd like that, yes I would. Yay. Um…Why am I still here? I don't know myself, but maybe it's to give me something to do. Well…HUGE Gasp OMG(I don't do that unless I'm seriously excited) I just noticed Kitty and Nathaniel are from London! That means they have british accents! I love british accents! What sort of accent would Bartimaeus have? Hmm…Something more to think about. See ya later!