CH 13 – Similar Situations

Replaying the past events in her head hadn't helped her one bit. Savin still was searching the main Chamber of Alchemy in hope of finding Marcellus and having him explain the blasted looking glass to her.

Savin heavily sighed and pulled her cloak further around her, protecting herself from the big freeze.

"He's not here." Savin's neck jolted to the side to catch a boy with curly straw hair and green wizard eyes staring back at her. He was dressed in Apprentice Alchemy robes, though somehow they didn't seem to suit his wizards glare.

"Who are you?" Savin shot back accusingly, she didn't like this one bit and (though she wouldn't say so) it frightened her.

"My name is Septimus, and who are you?" He continued to rotate a ring on his right index finger that glowed with a slight hum.

"Look, I don't know who you are Septimus, or what your doing here but I'm really confused and I need to talk to Marcellus. Now."

Septimus didn't know what to do, he recognised her blue eyes for what they were, but she seemed so lost, helpless almost. His instinct told him to help, but there were complications, "how did you even find this place? Even I can't get in or out."

"The lookin- wait, you don't know how to get out?"

"No, so I don't know how you got in."

"I used the trap door In the outer corridors." If it was possible, Savin became even more confused then she was before.

"What do you mean? That door's locked."

"Not from the outside it isn't." She studied his inquisitive eyes, he reminded her of someone but she couldn't quite place it.

"Why would you want to come down here?"

Savin blinked, "I don't know what's happening.." She grabbed her curly dark hair, clenching the strands in her fists for support. "That awful looking glass.. And now everything's different, your here, Marcellus is missing. What could possibly hav-"

"Looking glass?" Septimus' face went deathly pale, his eyes widening with horror, "you can't have.."

"You know then? About the looking glass?" Finally she was getting somewhere.

"You came through the glass then?" Septimus held out his hand to help her up and she took it gratefully.

"Yes, I don't know where I am.. I turned up in the Palace and everything had changed, your here.." A look of pure confusion spread over her face, "when did that happen by the way?"

"About a month ago.. Why? Have you been here before?"

"B-before?" She shook her head, looking the young wizard in the eyes, "It can't have been a month, that's when Marcellus found me.. It was about four weeks ago." Savin's head was spinning around the room, the boys pale complexion and green eyes swirling in front of her.

"You don't know how the mirror works then?" Septimus' face was full of sorrow, he didn't want up explain this to anyone, let alone someone with the same experience as him. How could he possibly tell her something that had cause him so much pain when he had found out himself?

"What are you talking about?"

He sighed, Savin didn't like where this was going.

"The looking glasses.. They're connected to each other, I'm assuming you went through the one that is now here and travelled into the palace?"

She nodded, eager to have a legitimate explanation for the days unusual events.

"Well, I did the exact opposite. I went through the palace glass and came out of this one." Savin thought that this Septimus looked quite upset.

'Talk about similar situations..' She sighed and readied another question, "yes, but what has that got to do with what's happening now that I'm back?"

Savin twiddled her thumbs, looking down to see Septimus smile grimly. Bad news was coming, she could tell.

"There's something else.." Bingo.

"The mirrors, they don't just take you from one place to another, it's more complex than that."

"Of course it is.." A nervous laugh escaped her lips and Septimus returned an uneasy, yet confident smile.

"You don't only travel from mirror to mirror. You travel through time as well."

"What?" Savin's eyes were wide, her mind spinning out of control. Yet surprisingly.. She believed him.

'What is the date then?' The witch wanted to ask, but she didn't have the stomach quite yet. The inevitable question could wait a little longer.

She felt sick, for support she grabbed onto Septimus' shoulder. "And your in the same situation I'm guessing?" Savin looked into his watery eyes.

"Similar, yes.."