 *can't exactly move her onto the Great Hall* Little Fox | ½ of Lauralie | Ravenclaw with a Hufflepuff heart and a Gryffindor soul | #HouseNATARIANA
Thinking was something that just wasn't happening for Clara. Knowing what to do in this situation and actually being able to do it were two very different things, and her instincts were kicking in. One second she was somewhat strong, and the next she could feel the familiar tightening in her chest, along with her palms getting sweatier.
Not now. Please, not now...
She was aware of a louder voice - perhaps a teacher? - but she couldn't make any move towards it or even indicate her position. Eden had seen her, she was sure. Hopefully that was enough.
Now, her breaths were coming in short, staggered intervals.
Her eyes were starting to get droopy...
Clara made one last ditch effort to propel herself towards the group, but they were too far away, and she ended up tripping on a shattered plant pot, leaving a long cut along her arm. She prayed someone had seen her, because she wasn't going to be able to move from this spot alone. Her body was going into shock, it seemed...not that she was mentally aware of that. She was barely aware of the breaths entering and leaving her body.... Soon enough...she wasn't aware of anything at all. |