Chapter Fourteen: What You Think
"So you're a wizard? – oh, wait, I think they call them witches, too," asked the girl, sitting on the couch, with the old man next to her.
"Well, looks like ironically, losing me eyesight gave me insight into people's minds."
"So, you know what I feel right now?" She looked up at him, a bit uneasy.
"Nope," he shook his head, "only what yeh're thinkin'."
"Oooh."
The girl blushed and the old man looked sideways at her. "Still hearin' everythin'," he said casually. He then laughed. "It's OK, don't call yerself stupid for tha', I'm as new as yeh in all this, demons and all. So, what's yer story, by the way?" He smiled gently.
She shrugged. "I was a perfectly normal girl studying geography until this angel woman-thing came and made me a witch, or so she said."
"Oh."
"Yeah. Talked about genes and stuff I know nothing about. And your friend – Mr. Brooks, is he a witch?"
The sudden change of subject took Amos a bit by surprise. "Brooks?" He laughed, "he's no witch, he's just a dork! And he's not my friend," he added gloomily.
"O–K," Taylor answered, dividing the syllables.
They were sat near a table newly-turned back on its legs. The rest of Magic School, though, still lay bearing the damages of demons of sorts that had taken over the whole last year. They were pondering their own thoughts in silence – well, both trying to keep Taylor's for herself – until Phoebe and Billie arrived.
The mere sight of the Hall desolated Phoebe, but they had no time for that matter at the moment. For now, she was arguing with Billie as they walked down the rest of the corridor reached the Great Hall.
"Why are we here again?" asked the blonde witch bluntly. "Are we that willing to be killed that we come in Demonville II?"
Phoebe sighed. "We're here because we need the resources," she explained, "Paige is on the lookout to orb us at the slightest danger."
"And where is she?" Billie pouted, crossing her arms over her chest, and sinking into another couch.
"She's at the manor with Piper, looking through the Book. They're not coming here with it because of the reasons you mentioned: we can't allow Christy to get that one. It's safer at the manor."
"Right. Because Piper's weak state isn't gonna make the Book's shield weaker, then certainly not allowing any evil powerful enough – I name, Christy – to take it from two little witches –"
Phoebe looked up from the book she had brought with her and was now skimming through, sitting opposite Billie. "Why are you ever so determined not to be here?"
"She thinks the place is too dangerous, too evil for us to stay here." Amos and Taylor looked at her.