Claude shuffled through the papers in her hand as she watched her classmates filter out of the exam hall. She hadn't done too badly on the test, but her mind was preoccupied with a strange feeling she had encountered Lady Macbeth earlier. As the last student exited the room, Claude took a deep breath and made her way over to Lady Macbeth, who was still sitting at her desk, sorting through the exam scripts. "Excuse me, Lady Macbeth?" Claude said tentatively. The older woman looked up and smiled warmly at her. "Yes, dear? Is there something I can help you with?" Claude hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to broach the subject. But she figured she had nothing to lose. "I was wondering if I could ask you about something that happened if we've met before?" she said, trying to keep her voice steady. Lady Macbeth's expression shifted slightly, becoming more guarded. Suddenly, Lady Macbeth reached into her purse and pulled out a small photo. She handed it to Claude, her eyes fixed on

"We shouldn't" Nuella said, With a shrug Claude returned it then continued looking through the shelves.The library was smaller than she had imagined, with only a few shelves left standing. The rest lay in ruins, books strewn about in piles of decay. The air was thick with the scent of must and mold, and she could see cobwebs hanging from the ceiling.As Nuella walked over to one of the shelves and picked up a book, it crumbled to pieces and fell at her feet. Claude winced, feeling a twinge of sadness at the loss of such an ancient piece of knowledge.Nuella brushed off her hands and continued to search through the debris, pulling out books and inspecting them. Claude walked over to the shelves and examined them more closely. At the end of the room, she saw two large wooden carvings - a witches triangle and a pentagon. It was clear that this was a library used by witches, and she couldn't help but feel a little awed by the history of the place.She reached out and picked up a book, tr

Clautime of roaned as she slowly opened her eyes, the throbbing pain in her head was unbearable. She reached for her phone on the nightstand, only to realize that she had missed her alarm and was already an hour late for her test. "Shit!" she cursed, jumping out of bed in a panic.She rushed to the bathroom to take a quick shower, hoping that the cold water would help alleviate the headache. As she got dressed, she grabbed any book she could find and hurried out the door, running to school as fast as she could.The hallways were empty and silent, just like it was meant to be during exam time. Claude rushed to her classroom, her heart pounding in her chest as she realized that the door had been locked and the exam had already begun.She waved her hand, trying to grab the attention of her teacher, but she was too busy watching the other students. Claude's eyes darted around the room in desperation, hoping for a way to get inside and salvage what was left of her test.Denver noticed Clau

Claude hurriedly gathered her belongings and stood up from her desk, letting out a sigh of relief as she finished her test. She had been studying for weeks for this exam, and she was grateful that it was over. As she packed up her things, she couldn't help but feel a sense of anxiety building inside her. She needed to find her missing book, and she knew just where to look.Even if it was just a dream, she had learned to always follow her instincts some times it didn't go well but she had no idea why this time she was so certain Tasha was involved.Without hesitation, she headed down the hallway and turned the corner towards Tasha's locker. She had a feeling that Tasha had taken her book, and she was determined to get it back. Claude tried a few combinations, but none of them worked. She began to feel frustrated and hopeless, but she refused to give up. She took a deep breath and tried one more time. This time, the lock clicked open, and she breathed a sigh of relief.Claude swung open

Claude woke up early in the morning, feeling anxious and excited at the same time. Today was the day she had been waiting for - the day she had to submit her script, the final assignment of her college life. Soon enough, graduation would hold, and she would no longer be a student. She couldn't believe how fast time had flown by.She quickly got out of bed and started preparing for the day. She brushed her teeth, took a quick shower, and got dressed. As she was getting ready, her mind raced with thoughts about her paper. She had worked tirelessly on it for the past few weeks, and she was confident that it was her best work yet. She grabbed her backpack and headed out the door, eager to get to school and submit her paper.As she walked through the hallways, she noticed that there was a buzz of excitement among the students. It was the last day of exams, and everyone was looking forward to the summer break. Suddenly, the speaker came to life, and a voice boomed throughout the school, ann