I dragged my feet as I walked to my room, but when I arrived, Henry was already gone.
To my surprise, the entire place was turned upside down.
Someone had ransacked my room. "What were they looking for?" I wondered.
Suddenly, I remembered the black recorder. I rushed to my closet, finding the box where I'd hidden it lying wide open on the floor.
I grabbed the box and emptied its contents onto the floor, but there was no sign of the black recorder.
"But I was only gone for a few minutes. Who could have taken it?" I murmured, on the verge of tears.
The only person I'd left in my room was Henry. Could he have taken the black recorder?
But why would Henry want the recorder?
It couldn't have been those three witches; I was with them just a little while ago.
In frustration, I flung the box aside and stormed towards Henry's bedroom. I burst through the door without knocking and found him lying on the bed, asleep.
