Valentine was in his study, and he felt quite unnerved at the moment, like something was wrong, but he didn't know why. It bothered him so much that it was hard to concentrate on his book. He ended up closing it and went to see if he might be able to find the source of his unease. It was frankly quite disturbing to Valentine as very little could unnerve him, let alone give him this slight feeling of panic he was feeling. "Effects the spell perhaps?" He thought aloud.<br/><br/>Mary Anne sat down on the fairly elegant chair by the desk in the middle of the room. Katherine followed and nodded slowly. She needed to convince Mary Anne that causing trouble in this house would lead to more trouble. So she took a hold of her arm and looked carefully at the cut and said. "This cut looks to have been made by a spirit to give you ghost sickness. It makes you see things and adds to that feeling of terror. By putting pressure on it I released the energy back into the house." She then let go of Mary Anne's arm, though what she said wasn't entirely true, she left some of the ghost sickness in to make sure Mary Anne felt a level of fear about all this so she'd listen to her. She then looked into her eyes before saying. "This mansion is surely haunted, you must listen to me now. I can teach you how to get by living here. It doesn't have to be as terrifying as it may seem, you just need to do as I say and things can work out for you, I promise."<br/><br/>Suddenly the door to the room the two were in opened loudly, making Katherine jump. What scared her more was that Valentine walked in with his usual intimidating presence. "What's going on in here?" He eyed the both of them suspiciously, looking for any error he could find. The reason he had felt called here was because of the fear and confusion Mary Anne had felt. He stepped closer and saw the cut on her arm as well as the book in her arm. His blood boiled and anger filled his heart, both for reasons he knew and another he didn't.<br/><br/>The lights in the room dimmed and as began shouting the room seemed to shake again but only slightly. He was yelling in a germanic language and was obviously directed at Katherine. She shrunk back defensively and begged to him in the same language. He then pointed to the door and she fled as fast as her legs would carry her. The room and lights returned to normal as Valentine turned to face Mary Anne. He was surprised with himself, he had never been angrier to see someone hurt before in his life. But he had also been angry at Katherine for obviously talking to his bride about spirits. He also knew that the cut was from a spirit causing ghost sickness, whom he assumed was Katherine, she was one of his more mischievous ex-wives.<br/><br/>Valentine was now more composed, he looked serious and as annoyed as all the other times he had to deal with Mary Anne before now. But he did lean down and gently touch her cut, a small black light emanated from his finger tips. Which caused the cut and the ghost sickness to vanish. And at doing so he knew his hunch to be right, as that energy had come from Katherine."I suppose the existence of spirits has now been proven to you. All you need to know my dear is that I control them all, they fear me and for good reason. Keep on my good side and none of them will dare harm you. Cross me and there will be nowhere you can hide from them, I can allow them to haunt your very dreams. That being said, you won't have to worry about Katerynka bothering you any longer, she will rightly be punished. No one is to touch you without my say so, understand? I take good care of my possessions, for as long as they're useful to me." Valentine felt he made his point clear and turned to leave, then stopped, for some reason he didn't feel like going just yet, he didn't know why. He also took her knowing spirits exist better than he normally would have, after all someone knowing the truth was risky. If nothing else he definitely wouldn't show how well he knew them and magic. But he do to her just now, it troubled him, it's not like he was any less annoyed by her very presence or thought any better of her at all.<br/><br/>He turned back to her with narrowed eyes, the spell he cast must have done more than he bargained for, and he wasn't sure how to take it. If he was right he would have to see about taking away these added effects. For now he sighed and crossed his arms, leaning back against a book shelf. There was a stack of books in the way of seeing her from where he stood. So with a slight wave of his hand the books slid over and out of the way. "I actually came here out of boredom, try and humor me with the best questions you can muster, you'd be a fool not to have some. I don’t expect you to grasp much of the truth, but who knows, you may not be as ignorant as you look, though I doubt it. Just don’t ask me something stupid like is magic and spirits actually real, I believe we’re beyond that. Then I will have something for you do. I won't see you wasting any time here, even with there being nothing I could possibly gain from you or anything you do. I just despise uselessness and won’t stand for it. "