Chase Tinker & The House of Magic by Malia Ann Haberman

Author:Malia Ann Haberman [Haberman, Malia Ann]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Crossroad Press
Published: 2012-08-17T10:42:47+00:00

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Relic in the Attic

Chase woke up two minutes after midnight on July 8th. He glanced at the clock on the bedside table. All right! He was now officially thirteen years old; the same age as Persephone—at least for a couple of months.

Rolling drowsily onto his side, he rested his head on his bent arm and stared out the sliding-glass door as he recalled the day before. He figured it was okay to relax a bit now that he'd told Grandfather about the intruder, and now that the house had the extra-protection spell around it, so he and Andy had spent most of the day showing their mom some of the house.

He smiled when he remembered how she'd been just as revolted as Janie and Persephone by the Shoot-Stuff-Out-Of-Your-Nose Room. They'd also found an incredibly cool room where they had the ability to play any musical instrument, like they were experts at it. He and Andy had rocked out with guitars and drums so loudly their mom had sprinted from the room with her hands clamped over her ears.

Chase sat up. He was wide awake now, and feeling restless. I do believe it's time for that trip to the attic, he thought, tossing aside his blankets. In fact, it would be the perfect birthday present to himself. He hopped from the bed, tip-toed across the room and slipped out the door. Of course, he had to bring Janie, or she would kill him.

Sneaking down the hall, he tapped on Janie's door. Hearing nothing, he eased the door open a bit and squeezed through. The room was fairly dark, but a big, shadowy lump in the bed looked like a sleeping person.

He had just taken a step to go wake her when something hard bashed him on the head. Whack! Whack! Whack!

"Take that!" yelled Janie. "How dare you break into our house!"

Whack! Whack!

"Janie!" he hollered, ducking and swinging his arms to fight off the wild blows. "Ow! It's me! Ow!"

She stopped. "Chase? I thought you were the guy from the other night," she said, panting. "Sorry."

He rubbed his injuries and glared at her. "Do intruders usually knock?"

"I guess not," she said, looking sheepish.

Chase grabbed a thick, hardback book from her. "You're a maniac! You could've put my eye out."

Janie jerked the book back and tossed it on the bed. "Don't exaggerate. I'm pretty sure you'll live. Why are you sneaking around like some thief in the night anyway?"

"I wanted to go to the attic while everyone else was asleep, and I knew you'd kill me if I didn't take you."

"You bet I would've. Just don't make me knock on any doors," she said, grabbing her robe. "But keep it down. We don't want the whole house knowing what we're up to."

"Don't attack me again and I will," he grumbled.

A little bit later, Chase and Janie, with Maxwell perched on her shoulder, crept up the attic stairs. When they reached the painting of doors, Chase took a deep breath. His stomach was twisted and tied in knots.

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