Ami Narrowed her eyes and threw a balled up paper at him as he entered his room, it whooshed pass the door and bonked him on the head. She quickly sped off. She giggled and rounded the corner to her own room and dropped her crap on the bed and sighed. Her knee still buzzed with pain and she curled on her side to flip through the pages of a small reddish book with an ancient letters spelling 'WestBrooke' it was her families grimoire, passed down generation to generation. she was learning new spells quickly