(A/N Hi, it's me again. Well, it would be strange if it wasn't me, wouldn't it? But, however, here's the chapter!)
Chapter 9: Denial
"Mum!" Maximilian knocked at the door to his parents bedroom, "Y'know, I got to talk to you about something."
His mother opend the door. "What is it, Max?" she asked him, smiling feeble.
"We got to talk." he answered. Trassimma's expression hardened.
"About what?"
"If we could just settle down at first and-"
"What are we going to talk about?" Trassimma's voice was stern. Maximilian sighed.
"I've thought about to move back." he said. Trassimma suddenly looked worried.
"Oh, Maxie." she mumbled. "Why do you want to do that?"
"It just feels good." Maximilian said, "I mean, Rodrian has done it and everything..."
Trassimma bit her lip. "But we hasn't heard a word from Rodrian since he went away." she replied.
"And that is also a reason." Maximilian continude, "I want to know what happend to him."
"I don't know..." Trassimma shook her head, "You know that it isn't safe."
"Yeah, but I can do it." Maximilian said. His mother sighed.
"I suppose I can not stop you." she replied, "But, Max, think about it. Really much. It's a big choice."
Maximilian nodded his head. "I know, mum. And I've really thought about it-"
"Enough, honey." Trassimma said, once again she looked feeble. "We can talk about this later, okay?"
She closed the door to her bedroom again and Maximilian sighed.
Marcia loved the Wizard Tower. The people, the magyk, the magykall pictures that moved across the walls... Once, when she had been in the Purple Elementary School (the school in the Ramblings that mostly are for wizards, there are six others, that's teaching out ther things), her class had visited the Wizard Tower... Marcia had already been interested in magyk, but the visit had absolutley made her interest grow. And now she was the ExtraOrdinary Wizard's Apprentice! Sure, being the ExtraOrdinary Wizard's apprentice didn't mean that she for sure would be the next EOW, but it was a little step closer to her dream.
"Marcia?" Endor awoke Marcia from her daydreams.
"Mhm..?" Marcia continude to gaze at the pictures on the wall.
"Your lessons." Endor said, "Hello? I think that Alther is waiting."
"Oh!" Marcia exclaimed, "No no no, I can't be late!"
Marcia rushed up to the twentieth floor. The door opend itself for Marcia and, slightly winded, Marcia was in Alther's livingroom.
"And not a second too late." Alther said. Marcia turned around.
"I'm sorry, Alther." she said.
"Don't worry, you were barely one minute late." he smiled at her and Marcia sighed with relief.
Joseph and Cashmére were alone in Endor's tiny apartment. Endor had told them that they could stay there, but Joseph felt quite uncomfortable with just doing nothing.
"Cashmére," he said. It was in the middle of the day. "We really should go outside."
"But we can't." Cashmére replied with her latin accent that Joseph thought sounded quite cute. "If they'd see me..."
"They wouoldn't know it's you if they didn't recognize you."
"What do you mean?" Cashmére wondered.
"I mean that you got to get new clothes." Joseph answered.
"But I don't have any money and I can't sew!" Cashmére protested.
"That you don't have any money and that you don't can sew is not a problem." Joseph said, "I could pay..."
"No!" Cashmére said, "I can't pay you back. And you've already done too much."
"I know you'll pay back somehow sometime." Joseph replied.
"But when and how and-"
"Cashmére, just hush." Joseph said. Cashmére widened her eyes. No one had talked to her in that tune before. Joseph understood the expression, and added; "I'm sorry if you got offended."
"No, don't mind." Cashmére replied, "I'm just not... not used to get hushed down in that way."
"But what do you say?" Joseph said, "C'mon, let's go out and get some clothes so that those silly guards won't recognize you."
Cashmére sighed. "Why not?" she said. Joseph smiled at her.
So they- Joseph and Cashmére- went to the Ramblings to buy some clothes to Cashmére.
"Nothing red now." Joseph told Cashmére, who wore the hoded cloak that she had worn when Joseph had found her.
"No." Cashmére sighed, she enjoyed red very much.
"This shop looks interesting..." Joseph continude, referring to Madame Rachel's Robes and Cloaks. Cashmére did a grimace, but Joseph didn't seem to see her.
"I don't know, Jose..." she said, reluctantly.
"I think it's a great idéa." Joseph replied, "It certainly isn't what they'd expect Cashmére Tanner to wear, is it?"
"No..." Cashmére sighed. Joseph was right. It wasn't what Cashmére was expected to wear, and it certainly wasn't what Cashmére had expected herself to wear. Ever.
They entered the shop and Cashmére was shocked about how many people without taste there was. Even though she had to admit that there were some quite nice clothes.
"What do you think?" Joseph asked, as he held up a sea green tunic. "I mean, I don't think that they would recongize you with this and a new haricut..."
"Well, the tunic is quite nice." Cashmére replied, and that was true. She infact like the tunic very much.
"Do you want me to buy it for you?"
"But I'm not able to pay back..."
"It's going to pay back sometime, anyways."
"Why not?" Cashmére sighed. "And about that haircut..."
"I thought that I could ask Marcia." Joseph replied, "She's quite good at stuff like that."
Cashmére sighed and Joseph looked at her.
"What is it?" he asked.
"She doesn't like me." Cashmére answered, "Not at all."
"'Course she like you." Joseph said, "It's just the way she is, she's a little bit cold. That's all."
Cashmére shook her head. "I know that she doesn't like me, but I can't see why."
"Cashmére, stop talking like that." Joseph said sternly, "Marcia don't have anything against you, it's just what you think."
"Jose, it's apperant that she doesn't like me." Cashmére replied, a little angry. "Why are you trying to lie to me?"
"I'm going to buy this tunic for you, if you'd like." Joseph said, just to interupt the quite uncomfortable conversation. Cashmére sighed, but then nodded.
"Thank you." she said.
(A/N Ta daa, that was the chapter.)