A gargoyle disappeared !!!
Telephone, dog, marmelade
1997 quiet night in June
Mélusine put in a hurry everything she gathered on her bed in her black bag she carried on the shoulder. She had spent time to embroider a protective pentacle on this bag. Absinthe already had fun asking her why she would have had put a sign of the demon on her bag. Mélusine always explained her that it wasn't a reversed pentagramme but a protective signe, but the long and green hair gargoyle kept on saying the contrary.
« If you say so... after all you are a specialit in sorcery... » she said, shrugging.
The young gargoyle looked at her Hello Kitty clock. Almost 1AM. Already ! She had to leave now if she wanted to be on time. She grabed her cloak, put it in the bag before closing it and slung it over her shoulder. She shrugged her hawk's head and ran into the corridor before being stopped by Delacroix who was blocking her way, arms crossed on his chest, a conspirator look