Upon entering her room, Arturia turned on her oil lamp and slowly sat down on her bed. She was not ever going to fall asleep with the lights off in her dorm room ever again; she already had too many horrible experiences in the dark already. She sat against the headboard of her bed and hugged her knees, keeping her body close to herself in order to have a view of her surroundings properly. She was fidgeting with her blazer sleeves as she was waiting for something to happen.

It was probably around midnight when she felt that the room had dropped a couple of degrees and she felt her fingers get colder and a chill run down her spine. There was a twisting in her stomach and she felt bad. It was the only way she could describe the feeling. She was not scared—yet. She was not feeling ill or frightened; she felt bad.

She was on high alert, waiting for something to pop out—of course she was never truly ready for what was to come. She licked her lips and started to fidget again. The feeling in her chest was not going to stop her from staying up at night.

There was a small sound, almost like a creak of a floorboard, and she straightened her body so that she looked more challenging. After waiting for a minute and not hearing another sound, she dismissed the creak as the room settling.

The flames of the oil lamp created many dancing shadows against the white walls of her room. The shinning of the gold patterns made it look a little bit creepier than it truly was. Usually, she loved the flames and the shadows they casted, but in a haunted room in the middle of the night they only caused her uneasiness.

Arturia heard a small howl and she jumped, and then it was like a choir of short-lived howls. Her head turned about and she looked at her window. The window was firmly closed and the sheers were not dancing either, indicating that there was no wind. Slowly standing from the bed, she walked towards her window in order to check and even felt the corners to see where the howling wind was coming from.

Turning about, she made her way back to the bed, but there was something that caught her attention, a small orb of light that settled upon her dresser. The orb was about as small as a pinkie nail—possibly even smaller—and it did not belong from any light source around her, rather it looked as if it floated in midair and not reflected on the wall to make it's shadows.

Arturia took small and steady steps, making sure not to trip over the carpet, or meaninglessly fall for no reason. Plus, she was not eager to find out what the light was either and so her steps were carefully thought out. As she stepped by the bathroom she felt a cold gust of wind on her feet and she quickly took another step, away from the bathroom door and towards the dresser.

She stopped dead short before even reaching the dresser for the light had disappeared and had felt something scurry behind her. Arturia gulped and scrambled back onto her bed as she heard a thumping sound coming from the bathroom. She took a deep breath and kept her gaze on the washroom door in front of herself. There was shuffling, as if someone was walking around and picking up objects around the washroom.

Arturia did not let her eyes wander from watching the bathroom door, and she made sure not to doze off into sleep—even if her mind was yelling at her to sleep until the following week. She yawned loudly as she ran a hand through her short hair and right as she was about to fall asleep, a gust of cold air stopped her from closing her eyes.

She sat up straight and even receded back to the headboard as the bathroom door began to rattle and the door knob shake aggressively. Arturia brought a hand to her mouth to stop herself from screaming out, and she just kept pushing herself back towards the head of the bed until she could not go any further.

"W-Who are you?" Arturia did not even fathom how she was able to speak in that second, but the words slipped from her mouth and the door stopped rattling. Then the bathroom door clicked and slowly creaked open, revealing a small flower in the middle of the washroom; next to the bathtub.

Arturia looked around and then walked to the entrance of the washroom—not daring to step inside. From the door, she looked at the flower and then noticed the long white petals of the flower and the bright yellow center, "A Daisy?"

The young girl jumped back as the door almost caught her fingers when it closed shut. Arturia stepped back slowly, to the point where the back of her knees hit her bed and she fell sitting on the mattress. She gulped again and blinked as little as possible to watch what happened next.

Then, in the silence of the room, the light from the oil lamp flickered out and there was a high pitched noise that flooded the room. It was almost like static; but it was much more different. Her heart began to beat faster and she bit her lower lip before she could cry out. There was shrilling scream that made shivers run down her spine and it echoed around the room. Torturous scream, that is was. Filling the walls around her and filling her mind.

She crawled back towards the headboard and began knocking on the wall loudly so that she could catch the other male's attention; but there was no response for minutes, and no one came in through the door as she had expected. She sat awake on her bed, her back against the headboard again and a rosary in hand—Jeanne had given it to her the previous day so that she would sleep calmly and "be completely safe from anything around her", as Jeanne had put it.

The screaming had stopped once she held the religious item in her hand, and then the whole room fell silent all over again. She fell silently on her bed and laid awake for hours, it was not until four in the morning when she truly fell asleep and let her bones and mind rest, rosary still in hands and uniform messily worn.


:~~~Meanwhile...~~~:


Diarmuid entered the room and took a deep breath as he glanced over the article again. Alright, he was going off to investigate. He slipped out of his uniform and quickly changed into something civilian before exiting his room and sneaking out as silently as possible from the dormitory. Of course, he was not as good as hiding as he thought he was, and he had been spotted. He would totally not be cut out for the profession of an assassin (not that he would even consider such a horrible career anyway).

He had been so close to freedom. It was Gilgamesh that caught him climbing the garden wall and stopped him immediately. He was pushing himself up right as the voice had caught him off guard and made him loose his momentum and fall back into a pile or rose bushes.

"Ow." It was all he could manage as he could bare even push himself off the bushes because the thorns were starting to puncture his palms and butt.

"That is what you deserve, you prat." Gilgamesh stared him down and then offered him a hand so that he could stand up with less pain, "Why are you escaping?"

Diarmuid groaned as he began to take the thorns out from his bloodied palms after he was hauled up to his feet by the male before him, "Why are you questioning me when you always leave?" He blinked slowly and looked away.

"Yes, but you care a lot about being in class and your grades, so what has changed your mind? Are you going after your uncle's wife again?"

Diarmuid gritted his teeth but kept silent and just tried to climb the wall again, even if his hands ached. Upon being successful and pulling himself up, he sighed and looked down at Gilgamesh, "I'm off to solve a murder."

"Not without me," Gilgamesh had propped himself up on the wall ledge before Diarmuid could jump off the other side. And he immediately knew that he would have to go everywhere with Gilgamesh as well.

Diarmuid rolled his eyes and simply pushed himself off the wall and unto the other side of the wall, "Fine, but this is confidential." He turned back to Gilgamesh who gave a simple nod and followed silently after him, "And I really do not know how long this is going to take us anyways.

"As long as I do not have to be in class, then I am completely fine."


:~~~~~~~:


It was the ruckus that her maid had caused that had awoken her, she sat up groggily and rubbed her face slowly as she yawned and mentally thanked God for daybreak.

"Oh, Have I not told you to change into your nightgown and not fall asleep wearing your uniform? You see what those books of yours do?" Jeanne was shaking her head as it looked like she was opening the windows.

Arturia hesitantly slipped out of bed walked towards the windows only to close them again, "I apologize, but it is very cold right now," she commented, earning a nod from her friend in return.

"Well, would you like tea or coffee?" Jeanne smiled at her and looked down and away from her friend slightly, mostly because she thought that what she had done was wrong and she was possibly in trouble. In addition, Jeanne was not feeling as well as to remain in the room for long because she did not like the feeling that the room gave her every time she entered, almost as if she was not welcomed inside.

"Tea actually," Arturia rolled her shoulders and went back to the bed, "could you please inform the teacher that I will not be going to my classes today because I am honestly not feeling well at all."

"Of course," her maid nodded, "would you like me to bring you something to make you feel better?"

"Um," she blinked, "another uniform."

Jeanne bowed and passed her the tea, "As milord wishes, I will have a new school uniform ready for you."

Arturia looked up from the tea and up towards her friend, "Not a school uniform. I need a maid's uniform."

The Frenchwoman furrowed her brows and crossed her arms over her chest, "What do you mean by that? Are you going to cause more trouble? I heard about what happened with the librarian so what is going on?"

"I was not able to sleep a wink last night and now I really want to take a long nap, but not in this room."

"So you are saying that you want to sleep in the room that is assigned for me?" She questioned as she set the tea pot on the little cart that she had in order to move about with things much more easily.

"Well, yes," she bit her lower lip and looked up at Jeanne with hopeful eyes and a bright and wide smile on her face.

Jeanne gave her a sideways glance and then she rolled her violet eyes, "Of course you would think of such an idea." There was a sigh of defeat as the woman turned to face her again, "Alright, if it is what milord wishes."