His Half Blood Princess

8.

As much as I would love to ignore the note and pass it off as nothing, I somehow felt that it was directed at me. But who sent it? I picked up the small paper and read it over and over again.

But the 'who are you?' was still there. I put it over the lamp, hoping that the heat would make another hidden sentence appear like I read in the books, perhaps the name of the person that sent it, but nothing changed. Just the same three words staring at me.

Who are you?

Who am I? I am simply a nobody.

Now what should I do? Give an answer?

The sender of the note certainly can't be Lord Edwin Vincent himself, he can simply ask me this question directly. So whoever sent this does not want me to know it's them. But who could that be? I know it can't be one of the maids because I am sure they can neither read nor write, talk less of writing something with such good handwriting.

Maybe I'm just over thinking everything?

With that in mind, I went to sleep and when I woke up early the next morning, the books were still lying there along with the paper.

*

I had just got up and was about to exit my room after a maid had called me to breakfast when an idea clicked in my head and I quickly rushed back inside the room. I checked every drawer in the room but couldn't find a pen and paper.

On my way to breakfast, I looked at each and every maid I came across, hoping to see everyone that looked suspicious, but none of them even looked my way as they were busy doing their chores.

Now how am I supposed to know the sender of the message if I don't write a reply? After breakfast, I went back to the library and there I found papers and a pen inside the table drawer where I took some. Going back to my room, I sat down on my chair and thought of the answer to write back.

Who am I?

"Serena Green." that's who I was, and so I wrote that down. It felt kind of weird when I put the paper back inside the book and stared at it. Now what am I waiting for? For another reply to magically appear? Sounds really stupid.

I kept the pen and some of the papers I took inside a drawer and went back to reading. I had nothing better to do anyway.

When it was time for lunch, I went down with the hope that when I did come back, I would see another reply and, apparently, my eagerness was apparent, as Lord Edwin Vincent noticed it.

"I am just very eager to read the books I picked, they are very interesting ones." I replied and was glad when he seemed convinced by my answer.

After lunch, I went back to my room and took the book I was reading as soon as I entered the room. I opened the page where I put the paper and the paper was still there without an answer, making me feel disappointed. The same thing happened after dinner. When I went back to my room and checked, there was no reply. Maybe I was over thinking things after all. I decided and went to sleep.

It wasn't until the following morning after I went back to my room after breakfast that I saw a new note.

It was hidden under the leg of the table, just the edge of the small white paper peeking out, and I wondered if it had been their all along and I didn't notice. I shifted the table and picked up the small piece of paper.

So I wasn't crazy after all.

I read the note on the small white paper written with the same fine handwriting and my mind went blank.

Why did you come here?

Oh no! What if someone here knows about my crime and is trying to taunt me, or worse, blackmail me about it? No, it can't be. Lord Edwin Vincent brought me here to be safe from that.

Could it possibly be my father's ghost trying to haunt me? No ghosts don't exist. Or do they?

*

"Uh, do you think ghosts exist?" I couldn't help but ask Lord Edwin Vincent during dinner.

"Of course they do," he stated. "Now don't let the books get into your head, it's just fiction." he added with a soft chuckle, seeing the shocked expression on my face.

I went to my room that night, but as I lay down to sleep, I felt all the sleep desert my eyes, thinking of the possibility of my being exposed and my nightmare coming true.

Instead of being in fear, I decided to write another note to the ghost, or whoever it was.

Getting up, I took out a pen and paper and sat on the chair thinking of what to write.

What do you want? I wrote down. After a minute of staring at the paper, I tore it into pieces. What a stupid thing to write. I had nothing to give to whoever it is that is trying to blackmail me, unless it is a ghost wanting my soul.

Who are you?

I wrote on another piece of paper. If that person does not reveal who they are, then I would have to tell Lord Edwin Vincent about all this. I decided before slipping the note under the leg of the table and going to sleep.

The next day, I went back to my room after breakfast. The first paper inside my book was missing along with the second note and the one I asked my question and I thought, I would probably get an answer soon, but when I went back to my room after lunch, I checked all of the books and around the table, even under the bed, but there was no new note.

Take your time dear ghost, I have all day.

*

It wasn't until after three days, and I was already starting to forget about the notes that I saw another one in a place I didn't expect at all.

Inside a dress.

The older maid, whom I had learned her name was Maria, who always suggested that I look presentable in front of his Lord, had helped choose a dress for me and had quickly excused herself to go out, saying she had something she needed to do. I had put on the dress, but felt something pricking my left shoulder, only to slide my hand inside the sleeve and feel paper.

I took it out, and on recognising it, I quickly unfolded it and read out what was written on it.

"Someone who wants to help you," I read.

Help me? From what? Maybe I asked the wrong question. I should have asked what they wanted.

If only my wolf would speak to me though. I wonder why it has been quiet ever since.