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It's a horrible day in Scotland. It's been endless storms for days, and students of a high school in Glasgow. It's one of the most prominent high schools, as children all over the country get sent there for education. The school day is ending and the older students are running to their cars between the heavy sheets of rain and the younger ones are waiting in the small canopy in front of the school, waiting for their parent to arrive to drive them home. At the edge of the large car park, three girls are standing. Their hair is messy, tied back into long braids, and they stand in the rain, getting soaked, with their grey blazers dripping and their bright red tartan skirts look like deep red blood.
"When shall we meet again?" One asks.
"In thunder, lightning, or in rain?"
"When all the exams are done, and when the battle's lost and won." a different one replies.
"That will be before the sunrise," the third replies
"Where?"
"On Heath Road."
"There to meet with Macbeth."
"I'll come,"
"I need to check on my toad, but then I'll join."
"I'm coming,"
Then the three, strange girls chant, while lightning strikes around them
"Fair is foul, and foul is fair, hover through the fog and the filthy air."
Then they laugh and all walk in opposite directions, with the rain glistening from their red uniform, leaving a trail of red liquid dripping behind.