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- The ghost’s words turned from annoying to insulting, awakening Finn’s anger. Despite his better judgment, he addressed the girl again. “At least my family didn’t kill me with an axe.” That shut the girl up, and the male couldn’t keep the smug grin from crossing his lips. Was the comment disrespectful? Absolutely. Would he feel horrible about it later? Of course. But in the moment, victory was so sweet that he continued. “That’s right, I did research when I first came to town. The Millstone Axe Murder. The victim was… uhm…” His voice trailed off, expression shifting into a frown as he lost his confidence. He couldn’t recall the name, her name. He squeezed his eyes shut but the action proved fruitless. Though the carriage was now completely silent, he could almost hear the girl’s anger growing. A quick peek at her and he was sure that if she were still alive, her face would be red as a tomato.
He chuckled nervously, regret hitting him before the sound of another carriage arriving distracted him. He tilted his head, listening to what sounded like a small commotion involving a dog and a timid student; alright, it was only an assumption on his part that the person was a student as he had met plenty of timid adults as well. Nevertheless, his gut told him it was a student and a new one at that. The thought filled him with excitement and after assuring his bag was in his hands he went to open the carriage door. It didn’t budge. He pulled harder, giving up and looking for a lock before realizing what was happening. He growled, shooting the now beaming spirit a glare. She had switched sides, now standing at the door’s hinges, effectively jamming them and preventing him from leaving.
“Let me out.” he warned despite the fact that he really couldn’t do much to her. He hadn’t learned much when it came to magic, nevertheless anything involving the dead or necromancy. Alchemy wouldn’t do a thing to the dead girl, as none of the sciences he was well versed in would.
“Who was the victim?” the girl asked without skipping a beat, the whole carriage dropping in temperature as she stared him down.
“I don’t know but whoever it is should move on and quit botherin’ the living.” Finn shot back. It was apparently the wrong answer, the temperature dropping so far that he could see his breath. Then suddenly, the girl was gone and the heat had returned. He had apparently won, or at least for the moment. He had probably just annoyed her enough to give him some space, but she would certainly be back for revenge. He sighed, running a hand through his hair before shaking his head. He would have to restock on sage, and just to play it safe, get some flowers and visit the girl’s grave after doing some research. He wasn’t one to usually disrespect the dead, knowing what they had been through and were capable of. Then again, the dead weren’t generally that annoying. “Long, long day.” he added to his thoughts out loud, grabbing his bag as he remembered that there were people outside.
Finn exited the carriage, the door nearly slamming on him, his gaze catching movement about twenty feet away. He half sighed, half groaned as he saw the girl who was undoubtedly to blame, shooting daggers at him. She was clearly trying to harm him, maybe even kill him though he knew she couldn’t. A soul killing a soulless was not how it worked. He stared at her expectantly, almost challengingly, completely forgetting about the living that were surrounding him.
