Takes place before the anniversary ball. Obviously.
"You smell strange."
Medusa glared at Stein. "Is that your idea of civil conversation?"
"It's familiar, almost. I want to say… blood?"
The look in his eyes almost made her stumble over her ready answer: "Considering the state some of the students come back in, I hardly think that's surprising."
"But that's not it. Is it, Nurse Medusa?" His leer grew. "Because it's not quite blood I smell. There's something a bit off about it. It smells unnatural somehow."
As she fought to hide the chill running down her back, a look of boyish teasing replaced his leer.
"It's nice."
