I am WITCH. (and ANGRY)
Jaenelle is not a happy witch. More to the point, Jaenelle is not a happy Witch.
She's locked herself in her study, where the handle is probably cold enough to stick to skin and inside is even colder. She's pissed off, tired, unhappy, and sore, pacing back and forth restlessly with the Jewel on her chest sparking like lightning. Her friend may be damaged, perhaps badly, and there's still no word of her from Lucivar or Karla or from her own searches for Anita across the grounds, and that's not comforting at all. None of the possibilities for why are comforting. And she's too angry to risk going to look for her herself when another confrontation could set her off even worse and with less control.
Hence the study, the Ebony shield over the door, and the hourglass trickling slowly. Knock, by all means - but no guarantees that she'll answer.
She's locked herself in her study, where the handle is probably cold enough to stick to skin and inside is even colder. She's pissed off, tired, unhappy, and sore, pacing back and forth restlessly with the Jewel on her chest sparking like lightning. Her friend may be damaged, perhaps badly, and there's still no word of her from Lucivar or Karla or from her own searches for Anita across the grounds, and that's not comforting at all. None of the possibilities for why are comforting. And she's too angry to risk going to look for her herself when another confrontation could set her off even worse and with less control.
Hence the study, the Ebony shield over the door, and the hourglass trickling slowly. Knock, by all means - but no guarantees that she'll answer.