lizziec | Demons, Part 3

Warning - this fic contains distressing themes.

Len packed away her work things quickly and hurried to the Splashery to get her outdoor things. In record time she was out of the door and walking away from the school at top speed. She was Head Girl and if anyone saw her on her own they would assume she was on an errand for a mistress, probably yet another package or note that needed to be hand delivered to St Mildred’s. Len hoped that she had been quick enough for her departure alone to go unnoticed as the school at large prepared for its walk, an assumption that was not entirely unreasonable, however one girl saw her go. The girl had been slow to gather up her belongings at the end of prep, in a dream about a new composition. It wasn't often that she was in a dream nowadays, having improved no end since the incident at Zermatt.

With wide eyes, Con watched her sister hurry away from the school and knew somehow and without a doubt that something was very wrong. She had been anxious about her eldest triplet for a long time. Con was usually very close to Len and despite appearing to be largely dreamy and drifting without purpose she was sharp eyed and noticed many things that seemed to escape the notice of almost everyone else. She had occasionally seen bruises on Len that couldn’t have just been caused by carelessness or clumsiness. She had seen the once confident girl begin to withdraw and isolate herself and had made a rather accurate assessment of what was going on, but had been unsure how to approach Len about what she saw as a personal problem. Len’s demeanour as she had hurried away from the school had given a great deal away to observant Con and without a second thought, in behaviour more akin to that of her days as a middle, she raced off to get her hat and follow Len wherever she was going.

She just hoped that she would not be too late.