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"BLOOD?!" The word shot out of Gola's mouth, hot and sticky. Hanging dead in the air.
Mrs. Laurent did not enjoy being yelled at in any given situation. Life or death. And so she sat patiently for Gola to remember herself before nodding, "Blood."
The girl in question fumbled for words. Questions precisely. Though only strings of half uttered syllables stumbled out of her parted lips. Her almost black eyes were already huge but the horror reflected in them seemed deep enough to drown.
Helena St. Marie Laurent also only bathed her marble gold dipped clawfoot bathtub. Not in the the murky currents of her students fears. "Breath, darling, breath."
Gola shakily inhaled. "Is it animal blood? Katherine once had pigs blood poured over my head during the lock-in last year. She cou—"
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"No."The principals eyes softened. She looked regretful but sincere. "I do not believe so, the journal isn't just carelessly splattered in blood. The blood was used as an ink, to write a message of affection. Partially in Latin. While Katherine is a bright girl I don't find her cable of writing a complete sentence without use of slang."
"Then who?"
"I had hoped you would know, Ms Smith. Here—" She hesitantly handed the small book protected in a slip of satin across the desk. "Please inform me of any other strange happenings and we'll try our best to get the bottom of this and see the perpetrator punished accordingly."
