11/21/17
“Wait, doesn’t the Father of Wands suggest a pale-haired man is coming into my life?”
“I don’t, I mean… does it?” Me, with the tea again.
“Yeah, but who could that be?” He waggled his eyebrows at me.
“As long as it isn’t another ghost, I don’t care.”
“It must be another ghost, the man is a mentor, right?”
“Oh, August, no. I can’t deal with two of you.” I sipped my tea, he kissed my forehead and left humming something off key.
11/22/17
Today I drew the Tower reversed. For August, that means something is going to happen to me, I think. He didn’t say anything when I told him, he just looked at me with those burning brown eyes of his and frowned. Then he shook his head and faded into the bookcase. I’m scared. Is it ok to be scared?
11/23/17
There’s something in the house with August and I and neither one of us can see it. I have scratches all over my arms and no idea how they got there. We drew August’s tarot to see if it offered guidance. Reversed Emperor. Don’t panic, keep a level head, right? August is looking for it right now. I’m sitting at my desk inside a ring of salt. The thing is, how do I know this isn’t some trick of August’s?