The Attic

She shivered a bit. "When did it stop?"

After a few moments of complete silence she opened her eyes looking up at Luke. Her eyes giving away everything. "... they never stop do they?"

Slowly she sat up hugging him putting her face in his shoulder. "I'm sorry." her voice was muffled by his cloths.

Cazz moved away going back over to her side of the couch. She stared off at the door for a long time not knowing what to say at all.

Cazz nodded a little. "... Thanks, Luke."

Cazz snapped her attention back to Luke. "I can't take that Luke."

Standing up she crossed her arms over her chest. "No. I will be fine anyway I will most likely be back to school soon don't worry."

Cazz sighed dropping her arms. "Why would I ever need it?"

"But I never open my door... ever. They have to climb threw the window like normal people." She walked around the room point to the perch so the Owl would go.

Cazz stared at him for a moment. ".... Your owl dose this to a lot of people?"

"So like you?" She laughed a little. "Well nice I can not say no apparently... Sure Luke I will so take your owl with me. I will teach him how to dance as well we will have a swell time!" She did this >>

He walked over to Cazz smiling for the joke she made. "Pikachu" he said and the owl stuck out a foot. Luke tied the magical Object around his foot. "This will weigh him down but he ussually knows where to go" Pikachu hooted and nipped at luke's fingers. "Sorry. He always knows where to go" Luke just rolled his eyes.


"Its late. If you want to stay here for the night you can." he said

( i got to go)

"Na I think I will go can't really sleep good in any other bed but my own. Have a nice night alright."She waved to him as she went down the stairs going out to her broom.

(Ks see ya)

Luke decided to browse through his Attic. His favorite place in the house where all magic blossoms. The foe glass was foggy with people not in focus. They moved about never getting clearer. A Sneakascope and other magical devices on the devices that Luke did not bother learning or how they work sat on a table. Sometimes he could see random color smoke puffed out of one of them.

He ignored the clock that was in the fair corner that did not tell time the ussual way but at the movement of the stars in the sky. You could actually draw out the mythological pictures in the glass.

Luke moved to the books on selves. Each was old and dusty. He moved from one book to another. He really wanted to read but of what? "Dragon Heartstring for Dragon Lovers" he read out loud but put it back on the self, where it sat unread. He was about to give up, when he came across a foggy grey book. It had no tittle but he knew it was a dark magical book.

He opened it curious. It was a dark Object book. Filled with all known objects used to have magical and twisted properties to cause harm. Luke read the first few pages and moved over to his seat, his chair that he always used. The book ploped open on his lap. His lips moving silently as he read.