Chapter Five
I drain the dregs of my tea, and place the mug down on my desk. This is starting to feel impossible. The spellbook appears to be handwritten by two people, and one of them has illegible handwriting. It's almost impossible to read the words on the page.
The other handwriting looks vaguely familiar, and I can see some similarities to my own, but I can't work out why it feels that way. Hopefully, it will slip into place. Probably at three am when I'm trying to sleep. That seems to be how these things normally go.
I reach out and scratch Isla's head. She seems to have taken to sleeping on my desk, on top of a scarf I suspect I'll never be able to wear again, especially not if I don't want to be covered in cat hair.
Weirdly, I don't mind. Before all this started happening, I'd
