Lani swallowed as she looked at the pictures Jasmine had spread out in front of her — all five members of what was once the Allaire family visible within each one. She focused particularly on her own face, which gazed back at her, every time just as unfamiliar to her now.

“Your point?” she asked quietly, staring hard at the most recent of the photos.

“We’ll photocopy all of these, Allaire,” Jasmine hissed, saying Lani’s surname in a horribly mocking tone. “Stick them up all over the school.”

“Show everyone you’re a liar,” Ollie added, menace clear in every syllable.

Blue eyes stared into unblinking grey, light brown hair with its white streaks falling across her face instead of its former, darker, counterpart from the picture.

“In return for what?”

“You stop claiming you’re a better paranormal investigator than we are,” Jasmine shrugged.

“It’s not really an outlandish claim if we both know it’s true,” Lani shrugged. “Besides, I am actually Lani Allaire, so you’d just be slandering me. People change, photos don’t, you know that.”

“What, your hair —“

“Stress.”

“Eye colour?”

Lani didn’t have as good an answer for that one.

“Okay, fine. You got it. You’re better with ghosts and stuff. Just don’t call me when you need help with that demon in your attic.”

She shoved her chair back and stood up, leaving the pair with identical expressions of horror written across their faces.