Sheila's point of view
I was walking the familiar, yet unusual, path to Valarie's very own spell room. I stopped in front of the odd-looking door without any doorknob or means to pull it open. I held my hand up in the air to knock at it when it pulled open with force. And standing a few inches away from me was Valarie. Her dark purple eyes fell on me, her lips twitching into a small smile as if she was expecting me.
"Come in, I was told you are in need of my help," she said, a little warmer than I had expected since our last meeting when she kept staring at me strangely.
I followed Valerie in, glancing at the large room. She was alone, as usual. "Yes, I am in need of your help, and right now, you are the only one that can help me."
She halted beside the large circular table, making me
