Geneva knew where Ruben would be. She wasn't sure if she should go. But she was already too close to Roselle, to back away now. So, she knocked on the door. No sound. She knocked again but again no reply. Then, she remembered that he gave her the key. So, she ran to her room and brought the key. One twist, and the door opened with a slight squeak. " Go away! " Came Ruben's voice from the darkest corner of the library. " I don't want to talk to any one of you. " The words slurred as he spoke. Geneva knew something was deeply wrong. Because The Magic Master was never this angry, and certainly wasn't ever drunk. "Ruben? It's me. Geneva. " She called out to the drunk Magic Master. " Geneva? Why are you here? I don't want to see anyone. " He grunted, and she heard the liquid burble as he drank
