Here Lies Love ✯ isaac night

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The best way to describe Nevermore, in Demitra's opinion, was like a jigsaw puzzle.

Everything and everyone had its purpose, and things had a way of slotting perfectly into place.

As much as she hated to admit it, Demitra had found comfort in the halls of Nevermore, she had figured out where her jigsaw piece fitted in the puzzle.

As she sat on her bed, Demitra observed the stark contrast between Enid and Wednesday, whilst the young werewolf sorted through piles of brightly coloured clothes, the raven peered at a rather grotesque eyeball.

Their duality was perfect.

''Ugh, I'm doomed! I have nothing to wear!'' a distraught Enid cried.

''Sure looks like nothing to me,'' Demitra remarked sarcastically.

''Where's the top of my zebra striped bikini!'' she ranted.

''Hiding in shame,'' Wednesday quipped.

''Are you gonna stare at that disgusting eyeball or help out your friend?'' Enid snapped.

''It's an overnight camping trip. How many outfits could you need?'' Wednesday rolled her eyes.

''Speaking of the trip, I better go pack,'' Demitra sighed, pushing herself off the bed and moving out of the room, carefully dodging the flying clothes shooting from Enid.

''I believe this is yours, Miss Veleska,'' her mother's assistant, Grayson, said, handing her a black tent bag.

''Thank you, Grayson. Did my mother say anything to you? Any messages to pass on or..?''

''I'm sorry, miss. She just sent me with that.''

''Oh .. er - ok thank you grayson,'' she said solemnly.

In the corner of her eye, a scarlet rose bush grabbed her attention. She strolled over to it and plucked a perfect flower, carefully avoiding the thorns on its stem.

Perhaps she would press it later, she thought, there was something quite remarkable about the way a flower could keep its youthfulness and avoid wilting simply with a little weight.

She picked the thorns off of its stem and tucked the rose into the tie of her ponytail, saving it for later and going on her way, tent bag in hand.

''Demitra,'' Wednesday greeted from behind.

''Wednesday, always the pleasure.''

''My brother barged into me on my way over here. He wants to speak to you.''

''Oh ok I'll go see him now,'' Demitra said, going to walk away before Wednesday stopped her.

''You seem to spend a lot of time out of school, and now with my brother. I can see something is going on with you Demitra and I will find out what.''

Demitra sighed, ''I have no doubts that you will, Wednesday, where are you headed anyway?''

''A funeral, they are one of my favourite pass times.''

''Well, there's worse things I suppose.''

''You are not going? I would have thought someone who deals in the dead would go to funerals often.''

''I was barred from it. They didn't want someone who controls death at a graveyard I suppose.''

Wednesday simply raised an eyebrow before turning and walking off.