She almost dropped the clothing from the drycleaners and looked around. She could have sworn she heard someone speak to her but there was no one here. She took a step backwards and looked around, not only on the street but also on the houses above her, someone at the windows or balconies? It made no sense because it had felt as if someone was whispering in her ear. She would leave it be, basically because it was a one thing, although not that she thought about it; she had heard it before. Some talking in her head; some other way of going on and some different way of thinking. But she didn’t think about it right now, she simply took the clothes better in her hand and with a quick stepped hurried back to her room in the inn. She had not noticed anyone on the street, the idea of being alone while the sun was already going down and while hearing voices you couldn’t retrace; it was better to stay inside for now. She said a short hello to the person behind the desk in the inn’s lobby and hurried up the stairs. She forgot the mess of her room. It was mostly clothing, and right now; clean clothes only. It was stupid how she kept changing her mind about what to do. But she simply was homesick and she knew that; she had ran away back home from Marigold before.
She frowned, perhaps that’s what she should do; she should head to Marigold for the time being because no one of her friends seemed to be here in Magnolia anyway and if she was in Marigold, she would go home after that. She would finish what she started, meet up with this Alice Nightingale and give her a piece of mind. She had disliked her so much and her bossing around, actresses. Thinking they were way better than other people because they had a talent well Phoebe could have a talent as well. The question only was: what would it be. She took a thick sweater that she had for some reason and pulled it over her head. She needed to shower, she was dirty but it was way too cold with those tiles in the bathroom. She held up her hand and tried to summon a little flame to keep her warm but nothing appeared. Not even a popping sound which happened when she was too tired or out of focus to create a flame in general. She frowned and looked at her hand but she also didn’t feel any magical energy surround it. This was new, it felt as if she had no magic at all.
don’t you worry darling.
She jumped up from her bed where she had sat on; she heard it again. And she was a hundred percent sure no one else was in this room because it was her room! And she was alone and what the hell was happening!