Snow

Snow was coming down outside my window, big fluffy flakes that coat everything it touches. I am thankfully inside in my warm room, watching the flakes fall as the night grows dark.

Outside my room, Paris is blasting the television, watching CNN Headline News and periodically yelling at the TV in anger. I chose to do my studying here and am happily reaping the benefits of no distractions from her.

I vaguely heard a knock on the common room door. Paris seemed to stop in mid-tirade and opened the door. Two seconds later, she was at my door, her knock urgent.

I opened the door and she threw a package into my hands, saying, "Someone left it on the doorstep."

She scurried back to her TV, leaving me to look down at the package. It was small and wrapped in brown paper with my name scrawled in the top. Gingerly, I opened the wrapping and a black velour jewellery box fell out.

Confused, I opened the box, and on the top was a small note. Scrawled on it were the words, "Wear it tomorrow."

I took the note off and found an intricately-cut diamond necklace underneath. Silver threads formed a web around the pendant of a diamond-encrusted hawk in flight, and the main chain was a string of diamonds.

Whoever had sent it had to be rich to be able to afford something as this and expend it so easily. And while I doubted Colin or Finn would buy me something so extravagant and my grandparents would sooner leave a package of diamonds on the porch than kill themselves, I dismissed the idea that it was from Logan.

However, my mind went back to the kiss he had given me that day in the newsroom. Was that kiss for real, or was it just to get on my nerves?