Magic upon Magic: Who!?

I let the words sink into the ground. Elaina might die. Chiron had requested Mr. D. to go tell Iris to keep this for longer because this was a real life and death matter. "Ooh! Goody! Another brat is going to leave this horrible place!" Mr. D. said gleefully. I look at him. He sighs and snaps his fingers and disappears in thin air, leaving a trail of vines and the smell of wine behind him. Chiron frowns at that. I snap my eyes back to Elaina. Elaina's breathing was slow and sharp, and she wasn't moving a muscle. The Apollo kid pulled things out and in of his kit, putting weird things on Elaina. Andrew and Jackson. Dumbos. I think, cursing Ancient Greek under my breath. I could rip them apart. "Iris said 'Fine.' Surprisingly." Mr. D. said, reappearing. Chiron nods as the rainbow flickers, regaining a bolder, stronger one. The colors are more vibrant. Elaina starts to stir a little, but not much. A spark of hope shoots through me. Chiron disappears, stating that he can't hold for much longer after a while. I tug Elaina's braid. She doesn't move. "Don't do that." The Apollo kid says. I let him work. I imagine my room and ask PC to come here. She scampers down. "Go to Andrew and Jackson's room. They should be flipping channels on the TV. Go through the window." I think for a moment. "Go through the window and start breaking down the place. Not too much." She chitters and scampers away. I touch my hair. Elaina's hairstyle. French braid. White blond hair. Bun. I give a very small sob. I take out the aviator glasses that I stole from Andrew. I look down to Elaina. "Will she live?" I ask timidly, toying the aviator glasses and letting the braid fall past my shoulders. "Most likely." The Apollo kid replied simply. I pace around. "Done." The Apollo kid calls back. I rush over. Elaina's face regains some color. She slowly, and zombiely, sits up. She holds her temples. "Ow." PC "calls." I slowly help Elaina up. We walk back up, using my super fast elevator. Good thing Elaina wasn't nauseated. We stop at the guys' room. I help Elaina climb through the window and hop down. Feeling better, she climbs over. PC climbs back up my shoulder. I put on the aviator glasses. Jackson and Andrew shout, Andrew muttering something and Jackson looking disgusted. "You crazy people," I say, pointing to Andrew and Jackson. "Nearly KILLED Elaina! What in Di Immortales sake were you thinking?!" I put up my hands in het he air for emphasis. They look down. I point a hot pink-fingernail-with-small-
hearts-on-them at their chest. Elaina is there, sitting on a chair, barely breathing. She clutched her rib cage and her breathing calmed. "EVIDENCE! I yell at them. "EVIDENCE! This is serious stuff here!" I open my punch and pull out the golden Greek fire dust. I shake it at their face. My icy blue eyes pierce their brown and electric blue eyes coldly. I win the staring contest. "Wait a minute." Jackson said, breaking the silence. "We didn't do this." I rewind the words again. "What?" Andrew looks at me, his hard eyes burning a hole through me. "We didn't send it." I raise him an eyebrow. Elaina moans again. I ask the wind to come and take the letter. I grab it from the window. "Hem hem." I start reading the letter. I wave it in front of their eyes. "We.. Didn't send that." Andrew mutters. "Fine. If you "didn't," then WHO did?" I asked them darkly.