How hard can cleaning a room be? I'm not the most neat person but I used to clean my room at least once a week and I've never needed anyone's help. The Headmaster wouldn't even let me have a say in the matter. If he thinks Roman can mentor me in the whole witchcraft world, then so be it, although I'm sure I'm one hundred percent human. I do not need Roman to help me clean my supposed room. He's a guy, shouldn't he hate something like this especially when he doesn't seem to want to talk to me.

The walk to the room is silent. Going from the school building to the dorm has never been more long and slow. It's clear that Roman doesn't want to be here and I'm not sure how the Headmaster managed to convince him to do this. He stays ahead of me, and no matter how much I try to catch up with him he just keeps going faster.

The location of the room is in another building, different from the one I'm currently staying. I stand back, allowing Roman to go ahead and open the room. It's dark inside but from where I'm standing I can see cobweb everywhere, which tells me it's been a while since anyone has been in here.

"Why am I being moved to this room?" I break the comfortable silence Roman throws us in. "The Headmaster said someone is going to replace me at my old room. I just want to know why I'm here. This place looks haunted, I don't think anyone has been here for at least five years."

I don't expect him to answer but he surprises me. I haven't spent much time with him but I know he's the type of person that takes his time to achieve things and do whatever he wants like sneaking out of school to go to a party miles from here. Still have to talk to him about that though. If he can sneak out without being caught, so can I.

"You enrolled late. The dorms are filled. This place hasn't been used because it's a staff's room and we haven't had any use for it since the last occupant died in here."

Even though he answers my question, he doesn't move his gaze off the room. My eyes won't stop shooting daggers at the back of his head. "Is there no other options?" I ask because I don't how I feel about staying in a room where the last occupant died.

I wait for his reply since he answered my previous question but nothing comes from him except movement as he walks closer into the room. I can't enter there until I have the things I'm going to use to clean it.

"I'll need a broom and a total transformation of th–"

Spoke too soon.

The words hangs in my throat as I watch the room lights up before it completely transform into a clean room.

"What the hell?"

My feet carries me inside room, going to stand in front of Roman. His gaze falls on me and for the first time I look at him from a close distance. My eyes asking the question my mouth can't, it appears something is stuck in my throat.

"It's just an old parlor trick, Camille." He answers like he can read the curious look on my face.

Wow. Old parlor trick that can transform rooms. I have to learn how to do it.

"Will you teach me how to do it." I request, trying not to sound desperate.

He proceeds to do something I never in a million years thinks he's capable of. He lets out a throat, deep laugh and even if the laugh was unexpected, the intention in it, the mockery doesn't come as a surprise.

"You want to learn to do magic?" He repeats like he can't believe I just asked that. "The headmaster thinks you're a witch but I don't think so at all," he begins while I place my hand on my hips, allowing him to speaking his mind. "I think you are just a troubled teenager." Ouch. That hurts but I won't let him see it on my face because that'll give him something to smile about.

He isn't done talking, so I listen to what he has to say. "This isn't a highschool party, and certainly isn't manual on how to be a less terrible human being."

I chuckle with no humor. "I never knew you were the judgemental type, Roman. And I was waiting for the right moment to say this but since you brought it up, why don't we talk about it?"

He raises he eyebrows. "Humor me."

"What were you doing that day on the road? And before you say you don't know what I'm talking about, I heard you. I heard you call my name in my head just like you have been doing since I got here. What are you doing in my head, Roman? Why were you at Jessica's party? Why did you ignore me? Why-?"

"Is this is going to be a party of 'why'? The only reason you hear me in your head is because you haven't learned anything. I'm a telepath among other things but I can't penetrate into others minds casually because they protect themselves, it's not my fault that you don't know anything about your powers."

I frown at his accusations. "I thought you don't believe I have powers. A troubled teenager, you said. Some Scorpio you are." I chuckle before ending my talk. "You think it's my fault that you invade my head?"

"I don't think it's your fault, I know. if you haven't been spending all your time getting high and drunk, behaving like a fucking spoil brat–"

I drop my hands from my hips and take a step forward, normally I'd call it a threaten step but Roman doesn't seem faze at all.

"Are you trying to get a reaction out of me, Roman? Because if you are, I'll say you are in luck." I say through my teeth as I feel my nail piercing through my skin.

He sighs and takes a step away from me, holding his hands out in surrender. "I'm not trying to get a reaction, I ju–"

"Why don't you save it for someone who care? I know I don't." I frown, knowing nothing good will come out of this conversation.

I take the time to look around the room and notice the difference between this room and Alyssa's room. This place is bigger and more like home room than a dorm. There's a bed in the middle of room right in front of the window beside the bed is a nightstand with bed lamp on it. To the left is a door that I'm guessing leads to the bathroom, beside it is a mini closet, a full length mirror and a dresser. The other side is a bookshelf, desk and chair and on the desk is a table lamp. and look around the room.

"Are we going to do what we are here to do or not?"

"We are." His reply comes as a whisper. He snaps his finger and in a flash goes back to way it originally was, dirty. "Watch that tone, Camille."

"Or what?" I dare him as my eyes roam the room. "What are we doing here? Because to me it seems all you're doing is showing me how much power you have, first it's the room transform in which you rudely dismissed when I asked you to teach me, and then the telepath speech and now you're warning me about my tone. So I ask again, Roman, what are we doing here?"

"You have spirit, Camille, you are truly a Scorpio." He comments but I can't really see his face as he speaks.

"Now I'm confused." I mutter because I don't know what game he's playing.

"Let's get to work." He says and claps his hand and the room transforms to the one I like, the neat one.

"Clapping? Is that all I have to do?" I ask and clap my hands. "Nothing's happening." I say and look at him to see him smiling with mischief.

****
I'm convinced that Roman is right, I'm indeed troubled and not at all a supernatural.

We've been at it for hours, and patience isn't one of my virtues. I get irritated and uncomfortable when I'm waiting for something to desperately happen. I shouldn't have to wait because Roman can transform the room but my punishment for punching a student is to do magic and it's just not working.

My eyes finds Roman, who has sitting on the floor leaning against the wall as he watches me fail at doing magic. Why can't the Headmaster choose somethings small like light a candle or open a door? Why does it have to be this big task?

Roman told me spell and how I'm going to do it but it's not working and I give up. I don't think I've ever thought about serving my detention cleaning the kitchen than I am today. I prefer mopping the cafeteria than spending meaningless hours doing this.

"This is pointless. I have been trying this for hours and it's clearly not working. Maybe you should tell the headmaster about my struggles so he'll let me off the hook with a warning or something." I tell him.

"You blew up your father's car with your mind, how do you explain that?" 

Okay, so I knew I heard Roman's voice that day but I wasn't sure if he was him or my mind playing tricks on me. Hearing him say that just confirms it. "Why were you there? And how long have you been stalking me?"

He opens his eyes and meet my gaze. "I wasn't stalking you. We have game with West High next month and I wanted to know what kind of student we will be playing against. I was on my way to school when I felt you. I saw the accident and I heard your father calling you. I thought you were in trouble but you were just sleeping." He explains but that doesn't do anything for me. I'm not even sure if I should believe him or not.

"So that was why you were at Jessica's party? Because you wanted to see the people you'll be playing with." I call bullshit but I won't say anything now.

"Yes. I wanted to approach you and ask if you were supernatural but I didn't want to scare you with the details and risk you calling me crazy if you didn't know about the supernatural world." He rise from the floor and wipes the back of his jeans with his hands before approaching me.

He stands in front of me before turning me around, so my back is to to his front. "Umm... what are you doing?"

He places his hands on my shoulder and squeeze gently before tracing it down to my palm slowly. "You feel tense. Clear your mind and focus." He whispers inside my ear. "Take a deep breath."

I close my eyes and do as he says. It's not easy for me to clear my mind but I set it on him, just him. The way his hand is moving around me, the feel of his hands on me. "You know the spell," I can feel his breath on me as he moves closer. Pressing my back to his chest as he links his hands with mind. "Now say it with me."

"Lark ergo fohtransmo." We say the spell together and I feel the room lights up, I watch as the room transform little by little.

A smile spread on my face, my tone exciting, "wow! This is–"

"Amazing, I know." I feel the smile in his voice. He removes his hand and everything goes back to normal.

My smile fades as I look around the room. "What...what happened?"

"I want you to try it on your own." He encourages me.

I close my eyes and sigh. "Okay, take a deep breath and focus," I murmur and take a deep breaths. "Lark ergo fohtransmo." I say and open my eyes, just like it happened before, I feel the room lights up and notice the transformation. "Oh my God, it worked, I did it–"

I suck in wind and see myself going up in flames in a room covered in fire.

"Camille, Camille!" I snap out of it when I feel Roman in front of me, shaking me.

"Yes." I breathe out.

"Are you okay? You kind of spaced out for a minute." He seems genuinely concern.

Spaced out? I was burning alive again.

I look around the room. "Yeah, yeah, I did magic? I actually did magic." I say in excitement, pushing the thought of me burning alive off my mind, I'll think about that later. Right now, I have to celebrate. I did magic. I'm a witch.

"Yes, you did magic. Good job." He compliment.

Roman brings his hand up, and I almost flinch away, but not before the pad of his thumb caress my cheek. My lips part in surprise from his gentle touch. I look up to meet his green eyes and his pupils dilate.

His hand is still on my face, and my mind is racing, I'm about to do something stupid. I wonder how soft his lips are. "I guess I better find out."

He raises his eyebrows. "What?"

I crash my lips against his, catching him totally off guard. He stands still, not moving for a moment before pulling away from me and wipes his mouth with back of his hand.

"I'm sorry but I didn't mean to give you that impression, I'm with someone."

Oh shit. Shit, shit, shit. Why the fuck did I just do? Why did I do that?

"Oh, my God. I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me. I wasn't thinking. I don't even like you or find you attractive, no offense."

He chuckles and turns away from me. "None taken. It's okay, it's the coven connection and us doing the magic together, it felt intimate. I should have known better."

"I'm sorry, it won't happen again, I promise." And I mean it. I just made an ass of myself and it's not even in a good way.

"I know."

Fuck my life.