walk_ins ([personal profile] walk_ins) wrote in [personal profile] un_fallen 2008-11-17 03:57 pm (UTC)

That makes her recoil a little - instinctively, the same sort of instinct that jumps at loud noises, and pulls hands away from candle flames.

It's momentary.

"It was there when we boarded," she replies. "In my locker."

The... the thing gleams slickly (sickly) on the table-top: a greasy, oily sort of shine.

Lizzie tries not to look at it.

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