In the halls of Harvard
Rory ran into Prof.Cortes' office and banged open the door.
"PROFESSOR!" Rory screamed as she stumbled into the aforementioned professor's office and sat down heavily on a chair.
"And what do I owe to this pleasant surprise after... quite tens of minutes?" Prof.Cortes smiled as he lay down the stack of papers he was reading.
Rory shoved her fist in front of the professor's face, as if wanting to punch, and unclenched her fist. Two black petals floated slowly on the still air.
The professor grabbed the petals, and read the words that were... written?
"I see.... Isolde wants to kill Tristan... " the professor muttered and furrowed his eyebrows.
Moments later, Tristan came, sprinting through the door and grabbed hold of the desk to stop himself.
"Ms.Gilmore, Mr.DuGrey, did these two petals fall on any certain place?" enquired the puzzled professor.
"Well.. It stopped underneath the lamp, at the park. You know, outside of my window..." muttered Rory
"I think that it is possible that beside or beneath the lamp, lies the body of Isolde Ides..." smiled the professor faintly.
Tristan's face scrunched up, "Is it possible if we dig around the lamp? But the ground is cement. And its Harvard's property..."
The Professor grinned, "Here is my time to really help you guys. You see, Isolde Ides was supposed to be the owner of this land. But Rory DuGrey bought it from her after her mother agreed to sell it to him. Isolde's mother was in charge of her... inheritence... her fortune.."
The Professor got up and paced the room, "Rory wasn't all cold-hearted. He agreed that Isolde should have a part of the land. And that was the park."
Rory sighed and leaned into the chair, "And how will that helps us? We don't know any family members of the Ides family."
"But I do." Tristan grinned
"Wha-- WHO?!" Rory demanded
"Our Literature professor, Professor Erik Ides." grinned Tristan
"Well done!" beamed the Professor
Rory looked dumfoundedly at the scene and scowled. It was too Sherlock--ish for her.
Well, at least it isn't really like Nancy Drew-ish or... The Harvey Boys-ish.
"Done." grinned Professor Ides, "I've always wanted to find out where my great-great-great-great grand aunt was buried"
Rory raised an eyebrow and covered a smirk, Professor Ides is boring in the outside. And in the brain.
It was 9 in the night. Rory and
Tristan were pacing around the lamp, trying to figure out which certain place is
th grave of Isolde Ides. Rory kneeled down and stare at the back of the dried
dog pee-covered lamp. She thought she saw a carving... a carving........ a
carving of a........ rose! There it was!
About five centimeters away from the lamp, a faint carving of a closed petal
rose.
"Tristan, I think it's here..." Rory whispered, fingering the carving.
Tristan bent down and sat beside her and squinted at the carving, "There, it says.... Isolde Ides..." he pointed at one of the petals.
"Yeah......" Rory whispered as her hand reached out to touch it..
But before she could, a small wisp of black smoke swirled out of the aforementioned petal, and a raspy female voice was heard, saying,
"Nevertheless, that descendant of DuGrey must perish" and the wisp of smoke vanished, leaving a withered black rose behind.
Rory slumped down and hugged Tristan. Tears were leaking out profusely from her eyes. Words of unwanting left her mouth as it were repeated over and over again until Tristan hugged her and whispered, "The living are stronger than the dead.."
Tears are still creeping out, even after comforting words were said.
Then, Rory sniffled, "I love you, Tristan..."
Tristan smiled widely at her, as if to fool her that he wasn't scared, and said, "I love you too..."
Inside Rory's bedroom, Paris watched the two hugging figures and mumbled, "Figures that they'll get back together again. Figures that they won't tell me what's happening."
"Ah well, Professor Cortes told me already..." Paris smiled weakly and scanned warily around the room and quickly rushed out. She will be helping. But she won't be seeing any ghouls and ghosts. Hopefully. Lord,. help me.
A/N: AAH!! Sorry i didn't update after months and months of......... not updating. Thought that story sucks.... and somehow, comepletely forgot about the story untill today when I checked my email. This scary person, Phoebe1912, emailed me or... something with a looooooong message of repeated 'UPDATE!!!'
Again, im sorry because its 3 weeks till the Final Exams, and I HAFTA DAMN STUDY!! [swears] ahem.
Hope you'll enjoy this incredibly boring chapter. ^^;;
R/R. please?
