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Wednesday and Raven walked side by side, the contact of their shoes against the wooden floor of the hallway booming against the walls in contrast with the eerie silence of the still period that overcame Nevermore in the late evenings.
"You and Xavier make me want to rip my eyes out." Her friend said suddenly, venom lacing her words. "Don't let him become a distraction."
"Oh trust me, I won't. We've kissed twice, Wednesday- the first one was to distract him during the race."
"You've always had a problem saying no to people."
"No, I don't." She spat back as they reached the sandy haired boy's dorm.
Upon confirmation that there was nobody in the dorm; no answer to their knock, they entered.
The black haired girl began to inspect the bookshelf, in search of the stamp that belonged to the Nightshades. As always, the room was nearly spotless. Raven pawed through Xavier's desk, desperately in search of anything that could assist their search for any kind of answer.
Suddenly, Wednesday gasped- a small indication that she had found something. Prying up the floorboards under Rowan's old bed, she came face to face with a mask- the mask members of the Nightshades wore.
"Rowan, you are full of surprises." She muttered, holding up the mask for her unsurprised to see.
"Nightshades mask." She replied dismissively. "They booted him from the club last semester, so I've heard."
"Ah. So you were right about the stamp being a part of that atrocious excuse for a club."
"I never thought I was wrong. I unfortunately joined that club- only for a day, but I'm still embarrassed." She chuckled.
Suddenly, she heard the doorknob rattle, followed by the Thorpe boys almost inaudible mumbling. "Huh, don't remember locking the door..."
"Shit!" She whispered urgently, pulling Wednesday under his bed. As soon as they settled, sneakers came sauntering into the room.
"I thought you said he was at the meeting?" Downturned lips mouthed.
"Yeah, I thought so too. He must have forgotten something." She replied, her voice barely even a whisper.
She watched as he paced around his room, as if looking for something he had misplaced. Suddenly, another pair of feet entered the room.
High heels, dark blue. Bianca.
The two girls under the bed flashed each other a confused glance.
"You're not supposed to be up here." The boy spat at the Siren.
"Good to see you, too." She replied coolly.
"How'd you get past the housemaster? Use your siren powers?"
