Who: Adam Conant & OPEN What: Doing research and contemplating dark magic When: Wednesday (5/9) Where: The library
With everything seeming to go to hell in a handbasket, what was a young witch to do? In Adam's case, he turned to the one thing that always seemed to be there: reading, and research. He had to do something to keep hints of the nightmares from creeping into his waking mind. If he was focused on a task, on information-gathering, then his mind was less likely to wander and make him think of things he had no desire to ever think about again.
That day saw him in the library well before noon and he moved to get set up in the corner he had 'claimed' some days earlier. One of the armchairs in the room had been moved there, and positioned so he could see the doorway easily. Paranoid? Maybe a little, but in this crazy place he doubted he was the only one who was weary of someone sneaking up on them. An end-table had been moved as well and that was where he opened his laptop, calling up a blank file. This whole business of the house "needing" them? Feeding on them like some sort of inanimate psychic vampire? It reeked of dark magic in his opinion. The medallion was made with dark magic, being as it was used to capture and trap the powers of thousands of witches. Perhaps it was a similar sort of thing with the house.
"That doesn't explain the house changing though." Adam said to himself as he typed, tilting his head slightly and sitting back from the laptop. If the house really could change. He wasn't sure he wanted to try wrapping his mind around that just yet. He'd focus on one life-threatening issue at a time. Something possibly draining his magic or his very life? That was kind of major.
His gaze lifted to one of the bookshelves and a slight crease formed in his brow as he focused, using magic to pull a book from the shelf and bring it to him without moving from the chair. Ever since the hallucinations Adam didn't even think twice about using magic versus not. He had used it several times to try and strike out or stop the hallucinations and nightmares, all to no avail, and he didn't think he was any worse for wear because of it. Of course, Cassie had thought the same when she thought she was gaining control over her dark magic. While Adam still wasn't sure why he had solo magic, he had decided to embrace it. They didn't have the whole Circle and they were trapped in a place that would have been perfect in countless horror movies. Even if it was dark magic? He couldn't afford not to make use of it. His having solo magic could keep one of the four of them alive.
Flipping open the book to where he last left off from the day before, he hadn't read much before he had the feeling someone was watching him. Adam looked to the doorway, not sure if someone was actually there or if he was just imagining it. His senses were still a bit off from the hallucinations and resulting sleep deprivation.