Here Lies Love ✯ isaac night

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Wednesday, Enid and Demitra surrounded the box in the centre of the room cautiously. They did not know when the box had arrived. It had simply just appeared.

It was made of sleek black metal, with a large bulky padlock, locking it from the three girls.

Demitra clasped the key tightly in the hands, fiddling with the bow of the key that was shaped like a skull.

''Are you going to open it or continue to stand here inspecting it,'' Wednesday queried.

''Please do something with it Demitra its a massive eye sore,'' Enid complained.

Demitra sighed and went to unlock and open the box, Enid and Demitra holding their breath in anticipation. As the box was opened, trays of dark strings were unveiled.

Enid and Demitra let out their breath in disapointment.

''Is that it? String?'' Enid asked with a grimace.

''It's a bit more than just string,'' Demitra chuckled.

''They are your life strings, are they not? You cut them when someone dies?'' Wednesday asked going to touch the strings.

Demitra grabbed her wrist in order to stop her, Wednesday pulled out of her grip, obviously not liking the feeling of touch.

''If you touch them you might as well be torturing the person who they belong to, its a funny business these strings,'' Demitra warned.

''I'll keep that in mind, there's nothing like a good torture session on the weekends.'' the girl spoke before moving to her side of the room.

Demitra sent a questioning look to Enid who just shrugged and skipped over to her side.

''There was a note in the box, you must have not seen it,'' Wednesday spoke.

Demitra looked back at the box which, indeed, had a formal black envelope sealed with white wax, attached to the lid. She flipped the letter round gently to see who it was from.

''It's from my mother,'' she sighed.

''Oof, let me guess? Mommy issues?'' Enid spoke, putting a hand on Demitra's shoulder.

''Yes,'' she huffed, before placing the letter straight into the bin.

''Strange, most people read letters,'' Wednesday said, ''especially letters from family.''

''Best not to read stuff from my mum, it's probably just her having a go at me anyway.''

''Mothers do that, I find it best to imagine their heads on stakes, it makes talking to them less torturous.''

Enid and Demitra shared a look before laughing slightly.

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The founder's pyre was a traditional celebration that the school had gone full out on, especially on decorations.

In the centre of the field, a large figure of a crow stood tall, made of twigs. It was truly a sight to behold.

Demitra had left Enid and Wednesday early, when she saw Enid mentioning a boy called Xavier she took it as her queue to leave.

At the founder's pyre, the haze of purple mist set the scene perfectly, the lights surrounding the celebration glowed through the mist, the whole place seemed almost like a dream.