by Jaz Johnson
“Saphora? What are you doing to – Ah!” Fran shouted coming into Saphora’s bedroom. Saphora was standing in the middle of the floor. Eyes white and glowing. Hair gently swaying about her head. There were several objects floating about in the room. A lamp, a pillow, the alarm clock, a shoe, a candle, and a pack of playing cards. Fran screamed and stumbled backwards, away from Saphora, tripping over her feet and falling to the floor. She immediately started backing away. The constant screaming broke Saphora’s concentration. The items fell around the room as her eyes returned to their normal colour. She blinked several times as her hair fell around her shoulders. Her breathing suddenly panicked as she looked around, her gaze finally finding Fran’s frightened one from below her. Saphora’s brows furrowed as she rushed to the shaken Fran, kneeling in front of her.
“Fran? What’s wrong? What-“
“What were you – you’re … there were things – floating … your eyes!” Fran sputtered as she looked at Saphora with wide eyes. Her hands tightly gripping the creases in her arms.
“Oh, no, I – I was just practicing, Fran. It’s okay, I’m okay!” Saphora explained.
“P-Practicing?!” Fran stuttered, trying to get her body to stop trembling. “Practicing what?” Saphora paused, thinking of a way to explain what exactly she was practicing. She didn’t exactly have a name for it.
“It’s … It’s just … What I did to stop you from falling down the stairs. It’s … something new I found out I can do.”
“New … but your eyes. They weren’t like that when I fell,” Fran breathed, looking forward at the various objects on the floor in Saphora’s room. She was still struggling to comprehend what had just happen, and understand that there was no threat level.
“My eyes? What about my eyes?”
“They,” Fran swallowed. “They were glowing … They were white and … glowing.”
Saphora frowned, as her heart dove into her stomach. Her eyes? Had they really changed? She thought back to yesterday with Dr. Lupin. Had that been why he looked at her so strangely? Why he suddenly felt as if he could blackmail her with her own files? Fran had obviously not seen the shift in her eyes yesterday, if there had been any at all. She couldn’t be sure. But if something like that had happened, she knew that it would end up in her files. And if it had …
She needed to get those files.