Inheritance

I focused, trying to pry open the locket, but Blaise's gloves were too thick and I couldn't get a proper grip. So, I took them off for another attempt, but that deceptively simple clasp still held firm. 

Unfortunately, that didn't help either. The clasp remained just as before, not even moved just the slightest. It glinted mockingly at me, the shine of the silver catching the light from above whenever I moved even a little bit. 

"What is even holding down this thing?" I wondered out loud, holding it up to view it better in the light. 

For a fairly simple accessory, the clasp itself seemed much more intricate than the rest of the locket. When I squinted, I noticed a small shape right at the center. Yet, it wasn't a traditional keyhole of any type, that was for sure.