I was to meet Jemma in a secluded alleyway after I went to the places that I often went to these last three months. After having wiped the memory of myself from my realtor, I went to the nearby cafe where I always had my coffee and pastries. Local grocer. The restaurant. Etc etc etc. I honestly didn't think I needed to go to all the places that I did but, unlike how I used to be, I was social. People in France were welcoming and I liked talking to them so even places I went to a few times I had to go erase my memory for fear on if my picture came up, no one would recognize it.

Of course the hardest thing to erase was the restaurant. I truly found that place as where I would make a name for myself. But as I was going around I soon realized that it made sense as to why fate had it that my brothers were now on my trail again. The nagging feeling I had about the prophecy- the journey I needed to fulfill- had been on hold. And if it were left to me, I would've ignored it for the rest of my days.

But part of me would never forgive myself. I'm not sure what it was that my future held, but I knew that eventually I would have to fulfill it. Whether I liked it or not.

Having met Jemma in the secluded alleyway, she hands me my bag as I adjusted the hood on my trench coat.

"Where to?" I question.

"Clarke, Texas," she says. I gave her an empty emotion due to the fact that I had never heard of it. But having been trapped in my cell for nine years I wasn't surprised. I hadn't heard of a lot of places in the United States so this would be quite the adventure.

Jemma begins to make the portal and I turn one last time to see a portion of the streets of France. I mentally sighed to myself, not happy about leaving but knowing it was what I needed to do.

She held out her hand and I easily gripped it as we eventually went inside the portal. I had gotten used to traveling this way, once having figured it out myself I traveled like this very often. In cases of just visiting Malena before it seemed like it was too dangerous.

Under less than a minute, I find myself inside yet another apartment where it smelt like candles and vanilla. It was warm and it gave off a homey feel and as I looked around the apartment, the parts that I could see, I fell in love with it. It had a modern Bohemian flare to it and in all honesty this style is one that I loved personal for myself.

From first teleporting into the space, we were in what looked like the living room. There was a old pasty pink Victorian styled couch plastered smack in the middle of the space. An old brown trunk that held plenty of plants on top to the right of the couch. Metal shelving which had crates of old records and more plants to the left of the couch. And a Chester drawer with a stereo and record player on top. From the looks of it, all the plants were real- not fake.

"Who waters the plants?" I ask, noticing that just about every plant like fixture was real.

"No one," she says easily, which led me to believe that she either put a spell on them or used some sort of potion. Smart, I would've done the same thing because I wasn't good at keeping plants alive for very long.

"You're going to love the kitchen," she says, grinning ear to ear. I was excited to see it, that being one of the main things on my mind when getting to this place.

Following her down a short hallway, you'd think it wouldn't be that open. But once emerging from the hallway there was an open floor plan of the kitchen and leading it to an eating and relaxing area. To the right of this open space was the kitchen. It had shelving that held all kinds of spices and unique pieces. The sink was a a big farmhouse sink which was connected to a semi-private counter-space underneath that was enclosed with a plain curtain. Surely where the pots and pans were held. And there was a pure white gas oven that looked vintage but was also modernized.

Natural lighting flooded the kitchen from the window behind the sink, overlooking the town of Clarke, Texas. It seemed like a very intricate yet amiable town, where everyone seemed to know everyone. A town that you'd see in the movies, the small few that I'd seen.

"This is so cute," I say mostly to myself but knowing Jemma had heard me.

Turning around was the continuation of the kitchen for the eating area where there was more natural lighting and overlooking the town. There were two small tables that were accompanied with two chairs, separated but could easily be brought together. Behind the two tables was a long green wooden storage that was decorated with pillows on top. I'm sure one could sit on top of it and look out the window or read- something I planned on doing no doubt.

"Now for the bedroom," Jemma says. "It's just one bedroom unfortunately-"

"With a place like this, one bedroom is completely fine."

Heading back down the hallway we just walked through we continued straight where there was another short hallway. Unlike the other end, this didn't have any continuation. There were just two doors on the either side of the hallway. Going to the left, she opened the door and walked in, me not too far behind her.

This room was fairly simple yet exotic. The walls were white but string lights hung from the ceiling which took away from the somewhat bare walls. There was one shelf on the left wall that had miscellaneous things- more plants as you can imagine. The bedding was black with orange-red accents with a Bohemian styled rug over the white wooden flooring.

When turning to my left, I notice an entire wall full designated for my clothes- it practically being the closet space. A door was to the far left of it, must lead to the bathroom.

"What's the room across the hall if the bathroom is here?" I question.

She grins. "A witch's favorite room."

That was arguable since I had already fallen in love with the kitchen but I followed her nonetheless. This door though was different from the rest, having a keyhole unlike the other door that could be locked from the inside. The keyhole for this door was antique like, one that needed those vintage keys. Which led me to believe that this wasn't a room for the public eye but was made to be kept a secret.

Pulling her necklace from underneath her shirt, she takes off from around her neck. As I had expected, it was vintage that was rusting with old age. She put it in the keyhole and turned it, easily unlocking the door. The door creaked open and inside was a place that made me grin, my witch senses tingling.

Inside was everything a witch could dream of. A place where you could meditate, perform spells, make potions, everything.

Unlike the other rooms this one was darkly lit, only light would be coming from the candles. It was small but had just about everything I needed. One the wooden floor held the pentagram and on a desk held an immense amount of candles and a vacant spot for my book of spells.

On the left side of the room was a wall full of potions and herbs that had a table connected to it to make the potions and things.

Jemma was right.

This was a witch's favorite room.