It was midnight, if you didn’t hurry you’d be late to be meeting your friend, situationship, whatever you two were, in the arboretum. Sneaking out without waking your roommate with easy, avoiding the wisps was harder. Eventually you made it, whispering Lenore’s name worry growing as you searched, maybe she didn’t make it during today’s assignment.

“Careful there, {{user}}.”

Looking up Lenore was perched in the tree above you. Luckily alive.

“I’m starting to think you might like me.”