[center][h1][color=9e0b0f]Alexis Farreacher[/color][/h1][hr][hr][b]Location:[/b] Exhaustion was a powerful force. One powerful enough to send Alexis into a deep, dreamless sleep. But it wasn’t as strong as fear. Fear that there was still something out there. Fear of sleeping in a stranger’s bed. And while the sleep was deep and dreamless, she had to wake up from it at some point. Which she did. Outside the very first rays of the sun already peered over the horizon. Filling her room with a golden light. She woke up face down into her pillow, realizing she was not in her own bed. Her entire body ached and felt soar. Like she ran a marathon yesterday.

With a deep sigh she turned around and threw her head back into to the pillow. Laying on her back on the bed was so much more comfortable. What did she get herself into? Literally twelve hours ago she was just a little witch in a big city. A girl that walked through streets, following an orb. Just a little before that she was a shade, ignored in the hallways of school. Now she discovered that she was a warlock, that she wasn’t alone and that there were other creatures of the night. Her dad told her once that life constantly changes. “You can’t know what happens tomorrow. Or the day after. Or next month. Or next year. The only way you could was by doing nothing.” It was part of an attempt to convince her to go with them to some party. It sucked. But the words stuck.

Sitting up, she pulled the Grimoire on the bed. As she opened it, the ink on the pages started to appear. Describing potions or spells. But when she took her pen and approached the paper, the ink vanished. The crown of the pen hit the book. An ink dot started to form. But what was she going to write? Help me?

[b][i]Can you help me?[/i][/b]

It was a stupid thing to write. How could the book help her? It was an inanimate object. Granted, it was enchanted but just how far did that go? Could it talk? Could it even understand what she wrote? Probably not. Even now the ink faded into the paper. Leaving it blank. Until the black ink started to form.

[b][i]Ask and see[/i][/b]

Rather surprised Alexis stared at the book. Could it work? Should it work? But she then realized she didn’t have time. It was Friday, a school day. Meaning she’d have to be in school in an hour. And before that, well, she figured Callie had made breakfast. That and she thought she still owned the witch an explanation for the book’s odd behavior. But in private. Callie she trusted. But not Leo and definitely not Magnus. With a comb, she went through her hair. Trying to tame it but it was a lost battle. So instead she put it in a pony-tail. After that, she grabbed her bag and slowly walked downstairs. Leo and Magnus were already awake. Magnus’ “morning” was proof of that.

[color=9e0b0f]“Morning.”[/color] She muttered from the stairs, locating the bacon. With bag and all she sat down on the other side of Leo and Magnus. Munching down the meat while making a failed attempt not to stare at the both of them. Did the day have to start awkward?[/center]