Arturia huffed as the male lit a match, "I still haven't the slightest idea of why we are walking around the school as if we were some sort of thieves in the dead of night."

"You promised to join me, so it is best if you do not complain." The tall young man sighed in slight irritation.

"Yes, but sneaking about the school building at night is not something I had signed up for when you asked if I believed in ghosts."

A grunt from the male's part, "I did not ask you if you believed in ghosts, I asked you if you wanted to join me in catching them."

Arturia took a deep breath and followed close behind the male as they slowly and silently exited the lab room in order to make it to the hallway. The tiny match and the moon were the only sources of light that evening, but even the moon would hide behind the clouds often. It was a horrible idea to even go along with him, but she was not ready for something to grab her ankle again whilst she lay in bed. Of course the man in front of her did not know of the occurrences that were eating her mind in the past week, he would possibly think that she was going insane.

"Arthur," the boy signaled as she had fallen behind, "Hurry up, we're going to the North-west staircase." He whispered.

"Yeah, yeah, just shush, Dia." She had caught his name again when he was speaking with Gilgamesh. It was Diarmuid and she found it odd how she had forgotten it. It would have been easy to remember because it was Gaelic and Irish; rather unique. Trying not to make too much noise as they crossed the hallway, she had caught up to him right when he opened the door to the staircase.

Blowing out the flame from the match, he turned to her; the light of the moon being the only to light up the right side of his face, beauty mark beaming, "I heard that there have been accounts of people seeing things in this staircase. Some have just seen shadows or heard crying; but there is one man in particular —according to him; he had seen a lady in red."

Arturia blinked. "A lady in red?" She repeated, remembering her very own encounter.

Diarmuid nodded slowly. "He said it had happened around three in the morning —that is why we are here."

They both sat down at the top of the staircase and sighed. "So what do we do until she appears?"

"Wait." The male shrugged his shoulders and gave a hopeless smile. "Or we can talk about our lives, if you want."

Arturia turned to him and leaned against the rail of the staircase, "I haven't much to say about my life, and I still do not know you as to spill my entire life story." She felt something tap against her shoe but she ignored it.

"Then I'll start," he smiled softly, "I am the son of Donn, but he could not keep me; so I was adopted by Angeus —as you already know. I grew up in a small villa under my Uncle's estate, it was not fancy or anything; but I loved that we were near a forest. So, I would go hunting most of the time, and sadly I met this young girl—"

The tap on her foot again, "Sadly?" Arturia furrowed her brows.

"Yes, sadly—So I do not know how but I fell in love with her; turns out that she wasn't the one for me because she was my uncle's fiancee. I know it's messed up and all, but it was weird because I never actually loved loved her. Well anyway, my uncle found out that we were secretly courting and he became so furious that he practically kicked me and my father out of the Villa. It was a good thing that Aengus was a noble himself, so we went to live off in the country and then he wanted me to formally go to school so that is why I am here right now."

Arturia blinked at the taller male, even in his sitting stature he was much taller than her, "That was some soap opera story." She stated as she turned down towards the stairs; seeing as the darkness would engulf the stairs as they continued.

Diarmuid laughed and gave another smile, "I guess."

"Well, my life was not as dramatic as yours; I can assure you," she began as she looked up at him, "I am a single child and Heir to the Pendragon name. I lived in our family's manor my entire life. When my mother was alive, we would visit our villa in Scotland every summer, but she died a couple of years ago. Then my father became a bit more strict; so he thought it best to enroll me into this 'fine' establishment."

"Oh, I'm sorry."

"No, it is not as if it is your fault. It was a long time ago anyway. You needn't apologize."

The male nodded, "And what about your maid? You are one of the few who has a personal one."

"Are you interested in her? I am sorry to say but she is not to be courting." Arturia crossed her arms over her chest.

Diarmuid shook his head, "Goodness no! I am kind of wanting to keep my distance with woman for the next ten years, if I can. I was only asking how you met her."

"She has worked for my family for years. Her mother has also done so." Arturia shrugged.

"Then you must have been great friends."

"We are." She nodded as she felt the tap yet another time. "Alright; can you stop?"

"Hm?" Diarmuid furrowed his brows and tilted his head to his right. "What are you talking about?"

"You keep tapping my foot with yours, can you possibly stop that?" She was already irritated, one thing was tapping her foot and the other was acting stupid about it.

"Tapping? I am not tapping your foot." And as he had said that she felt it again.

"Alright, seriously stop."

"I am not doing anything." He defended himself.

She glared at him as her eyes turned to slits, "So are you telling me it's the ghost?"

He rolled his eyes and turned to the void of darkness in front of him.

"Hey!" She grumbled, "Look at me when I am talking to you!"

"Yes." He gulped. "It's the ghost." Before she even had time to process the words he stood from the steps and walked down the stairs.

Arturia followed the man with her gaze and watched as he took slow steps down the staircase, "Hey, wait up. Where are you off to?" She too stood from the floor and followed after him, this time with her legs. "Did you see her?" She asked but he was silent as he continued down the stairs slowly. She was able to catch up to him and she took him by the forearm. "Hey." She hissed between clenched teeth.

His eyes seemed clouded and he did not stop walking, even as she tried to jerk him back. He did not even seemed phased by the action, only a stoic and emotionless expression on his features. Diarmuid shook her hand off and continued to walk down the stairs until they had gotten to the bottom, where it was hard for her to see anything past 3 meters. There was no moon and he was in possession of the matches. She could hear that his breathing was pretty normal, but for a slightest of seconds she heard another breath. One more choked and strained than his or her own. "Hey, you saw her didn't you?" She hummed, hoping he would respond.

After he did not say a word, she wrapped her arm around his waist and —with much force —she pulled him away from the darkness and somehow managed to get the massive body to the top of the stairs where they had been sitting. "We should get back." She mumbled, crossing her fingers as she continued down the long hallway. How on earth were they going to get to the dorm if they needed to get to the first floor, which she had avoided.

"Where are we going?" He blinked and let out a huge breath that sounded like he had been holding for a long time. "What are you doing?"

She was much too relieved when she heard his voice and so she let go of his waist and turned to him, "Thank God! I thought you were a lost cause." She heaved. "Did you see her?"

"See who?" They had stopped walking by then and stood still in the hallway.

Arturia blinked and shook her head, "The lady in red' who else?"

Diarmuid gave her a look of confusion for a fraction of a second, "Yes, actually. She had her hand on your foot and then when I stood, she walked down the stairs —but I don't...remember anything...else."

"You do not follow ghosts into the dark, Diarmuid. Did the forest not teach you anything? Goodness!" She almost yelled it. "Give me the matches."

"Calm down, I am completely fine. Just a little bit of a headache —that's all." He waved his hand in the air as to dismiss the issue. "I can handle the matches."

"Give me the matches." She repeated, one of her brows lifting.

"It's okay. I can—"

"Give me the matches." She sounded much more menacing this time around and he reached for the package of matches that he had kept in his rear pocket.

"Here." He gave them to her and she nodded in response.

"We are going back now."

"But we haven't—"

"I do not want you near that staircase anymore. We will be doing more investigations late—during the daytime."