"Okay." I think they're hiding something, but I'm not going to force them to tell me anything. I've known these girls for years, if there's something they don't want to share I won't bother them about it.
"I'm hungry. Want to go get take out with me Grim"
He shrugs, seeming to realize the girls need space.
"We'll be back later. Bye."
After the boys leave Emma glares at us.
"You skipped school."
"The three of us have witch powers."
"That's a good reason."
"Hey you two." They both look over at me curiously.
"What is it Bren?"
"According to this-" I point to what looks like where someone scribbled notes in the book.
"- We're hunters."
"Hunters of what, exactly?"
"Presumably them." I flip to the end of the book where there are sketches of dark, grotesque creatures, and writing in Gaelic, German, English, and a couple other languages.
"That's mom's handwriting."
Em's fingers ghost over neatly written words in red pen.
"Really?" She takes the book from me, and nods.
"Did you know mom did this?"
She shakes her head, still flipping through the pages.
"Do you think.... are they.... did she die doing this?"
I have a random urge to draw this rp as a comic...