"So three nuns get in a car crash… All three of them die and go to heaven, but they're stopped at the pearly gates..." Spoke Samantha as she and her friends sat together at the beginning of class. The girl was setting up a joke and getting mixed responses from the crowd. Revy was actually listening for once, while Geraldine continued to stare into space like she had all morning.

"Saint Peter stops them and is like: 'Alright, I'm sorry, ladies, but I'm gonna have to ask you each a question, first. Sorry, standard proceedure.'" she continued, earning a snort from Revy.

"That's dumb." the boy replied.

"That's not the joke." Samantha shot back. "So the nuns agree and Saint Peter asks the first nun: 'Who was the first man and woman?' and the nun says: 'Adam and Eve'. Saint Peter is like: 'Right! You can go in!' and the first nun goes through. Then he asks the second nun: 'Where did Adam and Eve live?' She tells him: 'The garden of Eden' and he lets her through. Then Saint Peter gets to the last nun and says: 'I'm sorry about this, but because you're the mother superior, the question is going to have to be more difficult' and she shrugs because it's fair enough, she supposes."

"Is this going anywhere?" Revy impatiently questioned.

"I'm getting to it." the girl answered. "So Saint Peter asks her: 'What did Eve say when she first saw Adam?' The mother superior sort of tuts and says: 'Ooh, that's a hard one...' and Saint Peter says 'That's right! Welcome to heaven!'"

The revenant is caught in a weird position where he wants to laugh and he wants to roll his eyes at the same time. "Pfffftt-! That's bad. Can you really make jokes like that about nuns and not go to hell?"

"Who knows? Maybe I'll just come back as a revenant and skip the fuss." the Westley jested while crossing her arms.

"You look like a total twit in sunglasses, so that might be worse. Ow!" Revy whined as he was gently punched in the shoulder by the girl. "Hanging out with Geraldine is starting to rub off on you in the worst way."

"It feels good to punch shoulders. See?" Samantha punched him again.

"In what way?!"

"Not good for you. Good for me. It's very good fun. You squeal like a pig and it's hilarious."

"Fuck off, Westley!" barked the Macken before turning his head in search of Geraldine. "Help me out, will ya, Gerry?"

Slowly, the blonde turned to face him. Her expression was bored. Typical, but unreadable. Neither Revy or Samantha knew what she was going to do next until she did it. "It" as in her reaching out to punch Revy with one arm while resting her chin in the palm of her free hand. The lad yelped as the light pain in his shoulders was now symmetrical.

"I thought hanging out with girls would mean that there would be less of this!" Revy declared. "But no, I'm still surrounded by dicks!"

"Your brother can move around after losing an eye and getting stabbed, but you can't handle a couple of playful punches from a couple of girls?" scoffed the Westley.

"Being a girl don't mean shit. A hard punch still hurts! And what's Alois got to do with anything?"

Suddenly, before either of them could carry on any further, the Midford girl stood up and pushed her chair in. She didn't say a word before trying to take off, but the lad stalled her by calling out.

"Where are you off to?" he asked.

"Gotta change my tampon." Bluntly stated Geraldine, causing the Macken's face to scrunch up slightly. No further questions were asked. With that, she left the room, leaving behind her bag, much to Samantha's confusion.

Arching her brow, the Westley thought for a moment before standing up, herself. "I'll be right back." she said.

"Don't tell me you're synched, or whatever." Revy groaned.

"Very good observation, Revy. You're such a sensitive young man. Girls love it when you ask them about that sort of thing."

"You two are the ones who keep talking about it!"

"I'm gonna check on Gerry." Samantha stated. "Happy?"

"No. No I am not. I'm going to sit here and try to forget this entire conversation, thanks." the lad said while putting in his earbuds.

"Okay. Have fun with your emo music." the other replied while walking away, finger guns and all.

Yes, while Samantha Westley was known for being a bit of a "goodie two-shoes" at school, she still had a fondness for teasing her friends as much as the next person did. She was the moral compass of her friend group, but do not forget, she is the little sister of none other than the notorious Daniel Lennon Westley. That said, she was still very different from her sibling, especially when he was her age. She was much more observant than he was and had the knowledge necessary to figure out that Geraldine lied to Revy so that he wouldn't ask any more questions.

So, she made her way to the girl's bathroom in order to confirm her suspicions. As soon as she walked in, she sighed. "Did you really have to say that to Revy?"

Geraldine was standing in front of the sink, washing her face until Samantha called out to her. Even then, she didn't look up. Instead, she opted to grope around for the paper towel dispenser while talking.

"Nope." she answered. "How did you know I was messing with him?"

"You don't use tampons and even if you did, you left your bag in the room." Samantha stated, handing her something to dry off her face and hands with. "I know you."

"A bit too well, apparently."

Samantha laughs, but rolls her eyes anyway. "What's the real reason?"

"Real reason for what?"

"Running off?"

Geraldine took the towel away from her face and tossed it in the trash, making an impressive shot at the trashcan from the sinks. The tips of her bangs were still slightly damp and clung to her forehead, but that wasn't what was odd about her face at this moment. At a glance, most people would assume that she wore the same expression as always, bored, disinterested, and ready to go home, but Samantha was fully aware that there was a fully fleshed out human being underneath. One simply had to wait for the occasional glimpses inside when they came up and look carefully. There was a sombre twinge to the blonde's features that Samantha had a hard time missing.

Samantha knew the other girl's face very well. She was ridiculously pretty, with golden hair, long, pale eyelashes and emerald green eyes that could stare right through you. Although her relation to angels and demons isn't hereditary, it still made sense to Samantha. Geraldine was almost unreal. Her expression always seemed serious, but that seemed to be something that ran in her family. She was something that a lot of the students of Warwick could only dream of being. Smart, witty, athletic, charming, and with blood as blue as the ocean. Her family essentially ran the country from the shadows, yet she, herself was uncertain at most times, especially about what she wanted to do in life. Geraldine floated along, completely adrift and oblivious of her strengths, if not completely rejecting them outright. Right now, she looked lost in thought, but Samantha patiently waited for her answer.

"I just didn't feel like joking around, is all." the Midford said while tightening and straightening her tie. In doing so, she accidentally made the thin end far longer than it should be. "I just… Don't feel very good, okay?"

Coming back to Warwick after seeing a fellow student die must be taking a lot out of Geraldine. Just knowing that Constance should be in class right now, talking with her friends like any other kid who went to school there was a lot to bear, even if the blonde didn't really know her. In fact, the night Constance died was the first time they spoke. They were in different years, even, so that wasn't surprising. It was simply that Geraldine, Samantha, and Revy wanted to solve the mystery like a band of sleuths from some book that they even got involved. It was like Constance's disappearance was a game. Now, the reality had sunk in, however, and Geraldine didn't feel like having fun anymore.

Mustering some courage, Samantha took a bit of a calculated risk. "Is it about Constance?" she asked, causing the other girl's brows to raise.

Her surprise waning, the blonde answered with a sigh. "Yeah… It feels like I shouldn't be here… Everything keeps moving anyway even though she's not here. You heard from Daniel, didn't you? Or Ciel? I brought her to the tower she fell from."

Putting her hands on the edge of the sink, she gripped it tightly. The girl didn't normally speak about things easily, but with Samantha, it came naturally. She knew that the Westley would sit there and wait for her in the dark until she came around to it if she didn't. Even though Samantha had an extensive lust to know things, she knew better than to try and force it, which was appreciated by Geraldine. With a face like the Midford's, she was always being asked how she felt. Having someone around who waited for her to bring it up herself was a pleasant change of pace.

And Samantha did listen to her. She listened very carefully and intently. "I… I'm sorry, I… Don't know what to say..."

A twinge of disappointment washed over Geraldine's face with that. Part of her really hoped that with all of Samantha's knowledge, surely she knew what to do or think. "It's fine." Geraldine stated. "Don't worry about it..."

"Like that's possible. Like it or not, I care about when you're upset. If you ever need anything, just ask, okay?"

"I don't know what I need yet, though."

"Therapy?"

"That starts Monday."

"Well… I don't know, then..." Samantha's brother would try to lighten the mood in this situation. Offering a slightly awkward smile, she said: "I could always fix your tie for you?"

"What?" the blonde questioned with an arched eyebrow before looking down. She then reached up and started loosening the knot around her neck. "I always mess up the length..."

"Let me see it." the Westley replied, holding out her hands while waiting for her friend to drop her own so she could get to work. She started by lifting the collar of the other girl's shirt up before actually working on the tie itself. For a while, Geraldine watched her curiously in silence before talking.

"That's not how I do it..."

"It's a Windsor knot." Samantha informed. "It's not that different. Just a few more steps."

"You've never worn ties, though? You always wear a bow."

"My mum used to say that learning to tie a tie would make me better wife material or some rubbish like that, so she had me learn how. Personally, I'm not sure why someone would want to marry anyone who can't even dress themselves."

"I can tie ties..." Geraldine insisted.

"I know, but I'm done, anyway, so it's too late."

After the Westley took her hands away, Geraldine turned to look in the mirror. Putting her collar back down, she examined the knot. "It looks fancier..."

"Looks good on you." the other answered, but before Geraldine could formulate a response, the two were startled by the sound of the bells. Then, they were even more frightened by the fact that they were late for class.

"Shit!" Samantha cursed before reaching out to tug her friend along. "We've gotta go!"

Quickly, the two made their way down the hallway, desperate to minimize the amount of trouble they were going to be in by as much as possible. They knew who they were up against and it wasn't going to be pretty. It didn't matter who they were, this teacher wouldn't show any mercy. Gently, they opened the door and quietly made their way to their seats. They couldn't see their teacher, so they thought there might be a chance that their tardiness hasn't been discovered. As they settled down in their seats, however, they started to think otherwise.

The class was quiet and everyone was facing forward. That was highly unusual for a class that hasn't started yet. In fact, even Revy was facing forward, as the girls looked over at him. Yet, upon further inspection, his hands were not still. Revy faced forward, but his finger pointed behind them.

"Glad you could finally join us, ladies." called a voice from behind them, nearly startling them out of their skin. Looking over their shoulders, they saw the face of the dreaded Mister Irons of Warwick Academy. His red hair was greyer now, since the time of Samantha's brother, but he was still just as scary. He smiled pleasantly, however, much to their horror. There was no telling what the man was going to do next.

"I'm thinking of a nine-letter word beginning with the letter 'd.'" he told them. "Can you guess what word that might be? Hm?"

"'Dignified?'" guessed Samantha.

"'Dachshund?'" suggested Geraldine.

"Detention, Midford and Westley." Mister Irons stated before gently bopping them both on the head with his book. As they rubbed their heads, Revy did everything in his power to not snicker.

"At last," he thought to himself, "It's finally not me."


A/N: I wasn't going to do an A/N, but then I refreshed the review page and saw this gem:

"So if Logan is shrodingers furry, then is Daniel a furry"

Thank you, Guest, for this astounding observation. Incredible. Truly amazing. This is quality content that I just desperately needed to share.

I actually stopped for a moment because thinking about it, I can't prove or disprove it. Who knows what Daniel gets up to in his spare time? I don't know. Nobody knows. It's a mystery that cannot be solved. Then again, does anybody want to solve it?

I came back and edited this because I wanted you all to think about this.

Until the next chapter, my duckies~!