A game of cat and mouse (INVITES)

Constance looked at her watch, it was early evening and classes would be finished at Salem. She was dressed in black stocking, maroon skirt and black blouse. She was going in casual and not bothering to create a polyjuice potion. Finding Salem students were quite easy – it seemed like they didn’t keep themselves as well guarded as Hogwarts. She pulled her blonde hair into a pony tail and slipped a blade into her garter. Before apparting to Salem, she gave clear instructions to her allies at base. They were simple instructions to keep an eye and if need be, send her an owl if it goes wrong. She had worked with these people for years and only now did they fully get her trust.

As for her plans, she had to pick an area where students would file in on their own – skipping dinner. At this time, they would be serving dinner and the staff would join them for the nightly feast. This would be a prime opportunity to swipe children right from under their noses. Checking herself once again in the mirror, she disapparted from. Constance apparated onto Salem grounds. Her eyes adjusted to the light which was quickly fading. It was familiar to her but it only made her frown. She had only killed one person that night and was hoping to kill a few. It was a bloodshed of course, something that shook the school. If staff were lurking the corridors from that night – it would be something along the lines of red alert.

She made her way onto Salem fields. A few students were walking around – probably trying to walk off dinner they ate. A few were studying the stars, which she thought was pointless. What is the point of staring up at something when there is no chance of it changing? Constance watched her surroundings, which student she would seek to first. For now, she had to wait for what was going to happen.

If Isabelle had posessed any kind of artistic ability, perhaps documenting the sunset would be of interest to her. No, the Wormwood's best quality was her mind, and while it may not seem like much, it was advanced for her age. Enough so that she could probably remember the way that the sun fell over the horizon of the Salem fields, casting a warm, pinkish glow over the place.

She was lying down on the grass with her Care of Magical Creatures textbook open before her, humming lightly as she read the pages. She loved animals, all of them except spiders, and even they weren't so bad. The third year had a strange feeling, though, and she couldn't quite place it but there was something off. Your empathic abilities are going awol, just leave it alone she told herself, turning the page.

Lifting her head, Isabelle noticed someone she had never seen before. Probably just a new teacher, she reasoned, as always trying to see the best of every situation. She looked back down at the book, determined to try and remember all of the different types of fairies, because fairies were nice and she wanted to befriend one of them one day, but she'd not even known that there were different types of fairy to begin with.

Jaden was excited. And it was because Sadie was going to come help her train and Brayden was going to watch her. But Sadie was called up to the hospital wing and said she would be down later. So she just finished her dinner, but she then noticed someone that she didn't see around. But Jaden didn't really pay much attention because she was going to get to see Brayden again. She really missed her friend when she wasn't around him. And she knew that he had his life and well she had hers. And she knew that one day she was supposed to marry a guy that she have never meet before. And that was why she didn't want to get involved in any relationship.

She was letting her mind wonder. Which happened a lot because she would day dream.

Constance's eyes moved around the field, scoping her surroundings. Smiling to herself, she saw two children who she guessed were 4th year and below. They appeared to be in a Wormwood uniform and the other a Nightshade uniform. They didn't seem to have a lot going on, just relaxing. Her mind wandered back to her Hogwarts days. Slytherin of course, she was always vigilant about what was going on in case something like this happened. Though she probably would've willingly gone.

Constance closed the distance on these girls and leaned against a nearby tree. These girls looked younger then she thought. Perfect. She could probably train these children up to her liking.To kill without remorse. Constance had to test what they were made of first. Where their loyalties laid. Sighing to herself, she felt some time pass. Waiting was the worst part. Perhaps Constance could skip half the plan and just whisk them off without them seeing it coming. The thing was, Constance loved to play with her prey. Much like a lion...

Her eyes focused on the Nightshade, watching each movement she was making.

For some reason, and for the life of her Isabelle couldn't figure out why, she felt a new kind of emotion in her mind that she'd never experienced before. It felt-... It felt like something that she had only ever read about, something that left her skin crawling and her eyes frantically looking around her to try and place who on earth would want to experience such a thing. Malice she thought, closing the book and sitting up.

The new woman from earlier seemed to be watching her. Watching her and someone else. The brunette looked out of the corner of her eye and shifted uncomfortably, standing up not soon after and brushing herself off. She picked up her book and clutched it to her chest, unsteadily walking up to the stranger with her usual wide and innocent eyes.

"Are you lost? Can I help you?" she asked politely, craning her neck to see the woman's face.

Jaden could feel that something was wrong. Or that something bad was going to happen. She just didn't know what, she then looked over and seen a wormwood talking to someone. But she then started to walk over to the girl. Jaden knew that she was in her sister old house. And that she knew Sadie and that everything was going to be fine. Jaden knew that Sadie would be coming out soon after dinner.

But she couldn't help but be drawn over to the stranger. " Hello?" Jaden knew that being curious was going to get the best of her.