I knew the house, though I'd never seen the outside. Huh, weird. How did I have memories of the exterior, then? Didn't seem to matter my only experience was with the library I knew waited within.
Of course, the answer was obvious, but my brain had been through a lot, so thinking about Leah and what she left behind there? Yeah, I wasn't really interested in having the slow descent into madness conversation with myself that clearly had to happen before too long.
The mansion's tall, sprawling spread felt like a home I'd never visited, the sense of family about it not quite the same as the one I was used to, but close enough. A coven had lived here, witches. Powerful witches, too. But something was off, askew, and since I didn't have access to my elemental power, I wasn't sure exactly what. The fact I could feel it at all told me magic lingered here, a magic that woke, sleepy and curious, when I allowed my sorcery to touch its edges.