Hope furrowed her eyebrows at the poster hanging on the student board. Lizzie’s likeness looked off in the distance, as if she were running for president and not some made-up council that didn’t get to decide anything but the theme of dances.
She didn’t get to look at it for long, though, because a brunette came flying down the halls, grabbing every Lizzie poster in sight and gathering them up in a growing stack in her hands.
Josie’s face was pure fury, to Hope’s surprise, as she tore the poster down, freezing and staring at Hope for a long second when she caught her watching. 
“Don’t tell Lizzie.” 
It didn’t come out as a plea. It was a threat, and Josie’s cold face showed not an ounce of remorse. Hope didn’t answer, and Josie took her silence as agreement. She took off down the hallway again, tearing down more posters as she went, hurrying past the library entrance fast enough that she didn’t hear the conversation happening inside.
“It’s the strangest thing,” Dorian was saying, squinting down at the broken glass case. “The alarm didn’t sound.”
Alaric looked over the artifacts that remained, knocked over and covered in glass shards. “What’s missing?”
“A knife. Supernatural origins unknown,” Dorian said matter-of-factly. “Records date it back a few centuries. What I haven’t figured out is what kind of magic could’ve gotten around the alarm.” He looked over at Alaric. “I’ll get back to you on that later.”