Chapter 15 of Making Some Sense of This is out now
Isobel is left mute in the wake of Anne's death and her brothers try to drag her back out of her shell.
When we entered The Room, Deek's broom clattered to the ground when he saw Isobel. He ran to hug her. Isobel knelt down to return the hug.
“Oh, miss Isobel, you've finally returned! Deek has been so worried. Deek is so glad you're okay!”
When Deek released her, Isobel wrote something in her notebook again and showed it to him. He nodded and smiled.
“All the beasts have been well taken care of but they miss Isobel terribly. I'll go change your sheets. They've become quite dusty.”
Isobel shook her head quickly before writing again.
“Why? Deek can surely figure something out to-”
Isobel shook her head again.
“At least let Deek find some blankets to take with you. There must be some around here somewhere…”
Garreth had been reading everything Isobel wrote over her shoulder. “Oh, the Room is full of blanket cupboards.” He walked to the nearest wall and pulled on the edge of the panel.
“Garreth, that's not a-” I stopped when the wall opened to reveal a large stack of blankets and pillows. Everyone stared at him confused for a few seconds.
“What? You didn't know the walls are all blanket cupboards?”
'No, they aren't. What the hell did you just do?’ Isobel wrote before holding the book out to me. I read it aloud. “Yeah… that's what I was thinking too, Iz.” I pulled on another panel and it didn't budge. Garreth took a blanket and pillow out before closing the wall and Isobel tried to open the same “cupboard” he'd just closed, only to find it a solid wall.
“Oh…” Garreth looked around and tried another wall, which also opened. “Maybe it just does that for me then.”
Isobel started writing annoyedly before handing me the notebook.
What the hell, Room?! I thought we had a thing here! Why is Garreth your favorite?’
I laughed and handed the book back. “I'm not yelling at The Room for you. You'll have to talk yourself if you want to do that.”
Isobel punched my arm and huffed, crossing her arms. Garreth smiled sheepishly as Isobel's glare fell on him. “Thank you magic room, I appreciate the blankets” He passed the blanket in his arms to Isobel before leading her to the table.
(this is later in the chapter but… it's really funny)
“I can ask The Room for all that. I discovered since you all can't open the walls, that it doesn't just do blankets. If I ask for something, the Room either gives it to me or gives me a lead on it… except this one time it gave me a book titled “not a chance in the world”… I don't think it wanted me doing that. To be fair, the potion I wanted to try making can be very dangerous.”
“That's so unfair. This is starting to feel like major favoritism.”
