Chapter 201

CLAIRE's POV

I ran down the hallway, my heart pounding with excitement. I clutched the painting tightly in my hands, trying not to let my nerves get the best of me. I knew that this was my mother in the painting, but aunt Axera's confirmation was going to seal the deal.

I brushed past witches, who gave me weird looks as I was running down the hall like a maniac, but what they thought of me at the moment was the least of my concern.

I reached the top of the stairs and ran all the way down to the bottom. I stopped for a while and looked away. Where exactly was aunt Axera? I recalled that I had left her and Emmaline when I got told that Daniel was waiting for me, but where was she now?

I bolted down the hallway, a particular place in mind. I cut into the hallway by the left and spotted aunt Axera's room door. I jogged up to it and exhaled. Clutching the painting tighter than ever, I hit my knuckles softly on the door and waiting nervously for a response.

"Who is it?" Her voice resonated