We had been walking for what seened like hours, but must have been really about ten minutes. The sun was finally starting to rise, making the snow glitter a thousand different colours. It was beautiful. I don't think I've ever seen snow like this before. Nit this real, fluffy, pure white stuff. I've only ever seen the brown slush lying in the gutters after a hundred thousand people have walked through it.
Bella and I walked along the streets in silence. I didn't know what she was thinking at all, but I wasn't going to ask. I think she just needed time to herself, to figure it out in her own mind. She had just found out there was a whole other world out there, a million planets away from here.
It was freezing out here. She didn't look cold though. She was covered in snowflakes and didn't seem bothered at all. I didn't know if she was genuinley okay, or if she was just trying to look strong. I felt half tempted to give her back the coat, until i saw tgat over the shoulder thete was a small red pathch tgat was steadily growing larger and larger.
Bella was staring at it as it grew. She opened her mouth like she was going to say something, but then decided otherwise. We eventually got to my place. I unlocked the door and headed straight for the couch. I threw myself onto the old battered thing and sprawled out on it.
Bella was hovering in the doorway, not sure if she should go in or not. I propped myself up on my elbow and called her in. "Bella, could you go to that cabinet over there-the one with the cactus, no not that one-to the left, YES. Now get me the little black bottle, no that's purple, the black one, yes thats it, now bring it over here would ya?" She passed the bottle to me and perched on the end of the couch, looking as if she was ready to run away at any second.
I pulled off the shoulder pad of my armour, and the t-shirt underneath. The cut looked bad, but the bleeding had slowed down. "Now, look at this." I poured a few drops onto the wound, and let the magic happen. Bella stared in amazment as the skin on my shoulder knitted itself back together, like a slow motion movie played at twenty times the speed. "Cool, right?" I said with a smile. "And look, no scar." I waved around my arm a few times, and there was no pain at all.
"How did that work?" I grinned at her. "Thats the magic of magic. No one knows how except the people who make the potions, and we just use them." She nodded, but she still looked unsure. "Well, enough with wounds. You need to know about your real home. So let's start with my favourite topic in the world: Me."