Who Ya Gonna Call?

"Yes, I found out from a text message from a friend last night." That probably wasn't enough information actually. He added "A girl in my class named Madeline." He thought for a minute trying to remember where Madeline had heard it, realizing he didn't actually ask. "I assume she just heard it from some friend group or something." The same pattern probably continued endlessly.

Anyone that didn't like him? He thought about it. There was technically that dumb witch that cursed him, but she was probably still in the narrow reality and she'd already gotten her revenge. Which just left the small selection of students he'd met so far. "I have no clue who the supposed bug person is. And I don't really have any enemies here at the school, I don't even know that many people." He considered mentioning that butterfly kid, and ultimately decided it might be worth telling him. "Buuut, there is one butterfly person who I met just once, though I really don't think it's them." He continued. "A kid named Ebviony, we sorta got off to a bad start when we met but I think we left on an okay note." It wouldn't have made sense though, why would they do something like this? Why would anyone?

Carmin wasn't sure what it took to officially become friends. But Madeline was probably the closest thing he had to one of those. That still left him unsure of what he'd call her though. "Umm." He looked pretty unsure as he thought about it for a moment before saying "She's a classmate I've hung around with a bit. I uh," to be totally honest he wasn't completely sure how much he trusted her, but supposed he trusted her more than most people and he believed the things she'd said about the rumor. "I think I trust her."

Carmin felt a little nervous about Saturday writing everything down. He couldn't say exactly why this bothered him, but he knew why they were doing it so it was something he'd have to endure. "Hmm." The questions were really making him think. "Well... she's kinda like, she jokes around and stuff a lot but actually means well" The way he said it almost sounded like a question. "As for how she looks, she's um, tall with black hair and horns." Wait maybe she wasn't actually that tall, everyone just kinda seemed tall to him. "She might not actually be that tall, maybe like a foot and a half taller than me?" He wasn't too sure about that one.

When it came to giving out contact info, he wasn't too sure. He definitely had some, he knew where her room was and had her phone number. He just didn't know for certain if it was okay to give stuff like that out. "As for a contact, I suppose I can give you her number." He took out his phone and took a look at the contacts page. There was only one name so it was pretty easy to find. Then he told him the number.

"I don't think so, but to be totally honest I don't really know." Carmin hadn't seen Ebviony since the first time he met them. They left on an awkward note, so he doubted they'd ever really talk again. But they didn't seem to be upset with him when they split, the tension was more so between them and that other girl, Ilia.

"I still haven't managed to figure out who exactly got hurt. Not that I've asked around much." He then shifted to telling him the same information about Ebviony that he'd said about Madeline. At least to the best of his abilities.

"I don't think I got to know Ebviony all that well, they were kinda a strange mix of childish and mature. They had butterfly wings and orange coloured hair, you'll probably know it's them if you see them. I don't have any way of contacting them though."

When Saturday put away the notepad, Carmin was fairly certain that it meant the end of the little questioning period. And with Saturday's closing statement, that was confirmed. He hadn't given the mystery solver much to go off of, but how could he? The entire case was so bizarre and he had next to no connections. Nobody knew him well enough to know for certain it wasn't him, he didn't know squat about the actual incident, and he was always alone, so even if he did know what happened and when, nobody could give him an alibi.

"Alright, thanks." Carmin looked him in the eyes with a serious face. "And good luck. Be sure to call if you figure anything out."