Kate Brian - Private 13 Ominous

I couldnt move. Outside Billings Chapel, the wind howled. The ancient floorboards overhead creaked and groaned. My bones were like ice. I stared down at the title of the book in front of me, hardly able to absorb what I was seeing.

THE BOOK OF SPELLS.

This could not be real. I wasnt actually standing in the basement of a centuries-old chapel faced with a dusty, leather-bound spell book. I felt like Id just stepped into a Nancy Drew novel and taken over as the heroine. Tentatively, I reached out to touch the cover, but before I could, the book was snatched away.

You have to be kidding me, Noelle Lange blurted out, holding up the heavy book. Her dark, windblown hair was fanned out over her shoulders and her face was red with fury. This is why she sent us here? A spell book?

My heart caught as she waved the antique tome around like it was no more valuable than an out-of-print dictionary. Noelle

You know what Im going to do with this, Grandmother? she shouted at the book. I am going to track you down wherever you are right now and smack you upside the head with it!

Noelle, just calm down. Dont go psycho on me now.

She hesitated but threw the book back down onto the podium, tossing up a cloud of dust that filled my nostrils. I coughed painfully.

Oh, Im the psycho? Noelle said sarcastically, yanking her cashmere scarf from her neck with shaking hands. Right. Because Im the one who sent us out here in the middle of the night in a snowstorm to find an old book!

She threw the scarf over the back of a chair and unbuttoned her wool coat. Apparently her anger was making her hot.

I walked over to the podium and opened the book, and all the air went out of my lungs. There, in handwriting Id recognize anywhere, were the words Property of the Billings Literary Society.

Elizabeth Williams had been a student at the Billings School for Girls back in 1915. I had spent so much time poring over her writings in the Billings Literary Society book, I could probably copy her script by now. I felt like Id gotten to know her since reorganizing her secret society at Easton Academy. I knew what colors she liked to wear, how she was fiercely loyal to her friends, how she loved living away from home. But now I felt as if I didnt know her at all. Because nowhere in the BLS book had she ever mentioned a word about spells, or witchcraft, or this huge volume wed just discovered. Not one single word.

Noelle stormed over to my side and nudged me out of the way. She opened the book to the centerto a page titled The Purity Spellthen quickly flipped the pages forward and back.

Whatre you doing? I asked.

Checking to see if its one of those hide-a-key book things, she said. You know, with a big chunk cut out to hide something that actually matters? She heaved a sigh and slammed the book closed. Nope. Nothing. Unbelievable.

She started across the room, grabbing her scarf again as she went, coiling the ends around both hands and pulling it taut. You coming?

Where?

Back to campus, she said impatiently. Personally, I dont feel like wasting any more of my time up here.

Youre not gonna take this with you? I asked, gesturing at the book.

She rolled her eyes and popped one hip. Do I look like Sabrina the Teenage Witch?

I clucked my tongue. No, but your grandmother our grandmother , I said hesitantly. Id only just found out that Noelle and I were half sistersthat her dad was my biological fatherand the words werent exactly rolling off my tongue. She wanted us to find it. Maybe theres more to it than you think. Maybe theres I dont know something in there she wants us to read.

Fine then. She slid the book off the podium and started for the stairs. Happy now?

Ecstatic, I said sarcastically.

I followed her up the winding stairs toward the deserted chaplains office above, a sparsely decorated room that hadnt been used for dozens of years. Noelle muttered something under her breath, clearly annoyed, but as we closed the bookcase door behind us, my heart pounded with curiosity and longing. I wanted to know what was in that bookto know what it had to do with Elizabeth Williams.

Noelle yanked open the office door, and we both heard a tentative creak coming from inside the chapel. We froze and I grabbed her forearm. That had sounded a lot like a footstep. It was after midnight. Why would anyone be up here? Noelle looked over her shoulder at me, eyes wide, and I attempted to swallow.

Hello? she called out.

There was no answer. Outside, the wind whistled through the bare branches of the forest.

Is someone out there? I shouted. All I could see was a darkened sliver of the chapel that contained a random pillow on the floor where someone had left it after the last BLS meeting, a folded blanket, half the preachers pulpit, and an empty LUNA Bar wrapper.

Another creak. I gasped. Noelle set her jaw and stepped out into the chapel, dragging me with her.

No! I blurted out, terrified.

Come on, Noelle said, letting out a sigh. Lets get the hell out of here.

She walked purposefully down the center aisle, me scurrying along with her. The wind forced squeals and cracks and groans from the ancient wood walls. I didnt breathe again until we were outside the chapel, gasping in the crisp winter air, and the door had slammed behind us.

I swear Im going to kill that old crone, Noelle said, jamming her wool hat down over her brow.

Lets just get back to campus, I said, eyeing the book. And dont drop that, okay? Theres snow and mud everywhere.

Noelle rolled her eyes and hugged the book to her chest. Ill guard it with my life, she said mockingly.

Another loud creak sounded from inside the chapel, and I jumped.

Race ya? I said.

Okay, she replied.

And we both took off, half speed walking, half jogging through the forest, trying to make ourselves believe there was nothing to fear.

The following morning, I took the stairs to Noelles single in Pemberly Hall. My eyes were puffy and at half-mastI hadnt slept at all. Id spent the entire night thinking about my mom and dad, Noelles father, our grandmother, Elizabeth Williams, and that crazy bookand wondering why I couldnt just worry about normal things. Like my grades. The SATs. My college applications. Those were the things every other junior in the country was worrying about. I couldnt help but wish Id never left Croton, Pennsylvania.

I knocked on her door. It took Noelle a moment to answer, and when she did, she grabbed my arm and pulled me inside.

Wait. Reed just got here, she said into her iPhone. Im putting you on speaker.

Noelle placed the flat cell phone atop her dresser and stepped back. She wore a gray wool skirt that came halfway down her calves, paired with heeled black boots and a black ballet-neck sweater. Her dark brown hair was pulled back from her face on the sides, and her makeup was impeccably done, complete with fully lined eyes and lavender eye shadow.

Apparently she had slept. I pulled my navy cotton cardigan tighter around my wrinkled long-sleeved T-shirt and stifled a yawn.

Girls? Mrs. Langes voice came through the speaker loud and clear. Girls, are you there?

Were right here, Grandmother, Noelle said, placing her hands on her hips.

Reed?

Noelle knocked me with her elbow.

Im here, I croaked.

Good. Noelle is a bit out of sorts this morning, Mrs. Lange said, sounding displeased. Perhaps you can help me calm her down.