Chapter 16- A Book Gives me a Tattoo
Grace
Stupid. Stupid. Stupid! Why did I battle that girl? I had nothing to prove. I paced around the Commons anxiously. Was I even allowed to PvP? What would Ambrose think? The thought of him finding out made me queasy. Should I tell him? Should I not?
I finally settled on telling him. I didn't want to stick around to suffer his fury when he finally found out, and this seemed like the more honorable option. I stalked towards the Headmaster's Tower, nerves swelling inside of me. I knocked on the door, but nobody answered.
I crept into the tower, searching for Ambrose. The room was empty, all but for the familiar swirling model of the Spiral. I walked over to the edge of the room, near the Book of Secrets. I decided to wait there for Ambrose to return, and then I would talk to him.
I peered over at the Book of Secrets, and my curiosity got the best of me. It was called the Book of Secrets, after all. I flipped the book open and gazed down at it. The pages were blank. I vaguely recalled the day I had gotten my last name, and how the words had appeared when I touched the page. I pressed my palm to the parchment, curiosity bubbling inside of me.
I felt a sharp, cold pain, and I fell back, gasping. I ripped off my right glove, expecting to see some sort of wound. A swirling blue ice symbol glittered in my palm. I gaped at it, wondering why it was there, and what it could possibly mean. Just then, I heard loud footsteps approaching the door. I picked myself up off of the floor and yanked my glove back over my hand. I slammed the Book of Secrets shut in a panic, and leapt away from it just as the door creaked open.
But it wasn't Ambrose standing there staring at me confusedly.
It was Dylan.
I shoved past him, out into the crisp air of the Commons. He spun around, mouth open like he wanted to say something, but I was gone.