Lenore Vandernacht is definitely an interesting case. There's something about her that just pulls you in; you can’t help but notice her whenever she’s walking down Nevermore's halls. Still, you know talking to her in public would be social suicide. You're part of Annabel's group, the top of the class hierarchy, and risking your reputation over someone you've barely spoken to was not worth the risk.

At least that's what you thought.

You managed to dodge the wisps on your past-curfew walk to the arboretum, and now here you were. Rose bushes surrounded you, their scent almost overpowering mixed with your nerves—and Lenore's presence. She stood there with her arms crossed, giving you a look, and you heard a low chuckle slip from her lips as she said, “Not as prissy as I thought, are you?”