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littledhampir · 02-19-2019, 12:10 AM

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Originally Posted by griffin

Cordelia’s reaction to getting to move past the second door was not one of satisfaction, but one of sheer terror. More doors. No, no no, this couldn’t be happening. Without even bothering to read the question on the third door, Cordelia sat down with her knees hugged against her chest and slowly rocked back and forth. ”Aaaaah! No! No more!” The young girl screamed at the door in anguish. She was trapped. No way out. There was just an endless maze of doors, doors, doors with questions of ever increasing difficulty. One had been annoying, two was two too many, and three, well three was more than enough. She couldn’t do it anymore, she just couldn’t. She wanted out. Out of here, away from these never-ending doors that were toying with her mind. ”This isn’t real, this isn’t real,” Cordelia whispered to herself as she rocked back and forth. Any moment now she would be delivered from these hallucinations of being trapped in a loop of doors with no escape.

When he tapped his answer Indigo found that the door was unlocked for him, which must have meant that he'd gotten it right again. A few people in the second room had gotten it wrong, which meant that the group moving forward kept shrinking. Indigo was pretty confident that he was going to keep getting them right and keep moving forward, for however many more doors there were. He certainly hoped that there weren't too many more. There would surely be an actual class, wouldn't there?

He was prepared to read and answer the next question when he noticed a young girl sit on the floor with her arms around her knees. He glanced at the other older students. Surely someone else would be better prepared to handle the situation. Like Derf? He was Head Boy, wasn't he? But Indigo was all too familiar with panic attacks, and something inside him wouldn't let him ignore the girl. So he crouched, and softly touched her arm. "Are you okay?" He asked softly.

02-19-2019, 12:10 AM	#64 (permalink)
littledhampir Chizpurfle Join Date: Nov 2009 Posts: 10,164 Hogwarts RPG Name: Elena Petrova Gryffindor First Year x8	Cordelia not throwing away my shot \| Slytherpuff \| roll for initiative \| woof you ❤ Quote: Originally Posted by griffin Cordelia’s reaction to getting to move past the second door was not one of satisfaction, but one of sheer terror. More doors. No, no no, this couldn’t be happening. Without even bothering to read the question on the third door, Cordelia sat down with her knees hugged against her chest and slowly rocked back and forth. ”Aaaaah! No! No more!” The young girl screamed at the door in anguish. She was trapped. No way out. There was just an endless maze of doors, doors, doors with questions of ever increasing difficulty. One had been annoying, two was two too many, and three, well three was more than enough. She couldn’t do it anymore, she just couldn’t. She wanted out. Out of here, away from these never-ending doors that were toying with her mind. ”This isn’t real, this isn’t real,” Cordelia whispered to herself as she rocked back and forth. Any moment now she would be delivered from these hallucinations of being trapped in a loop of doors with no escape. When he tapped his answer Indigo found that the door was unlocked for him, which must have meant that he'd gotten it right again. A few people in the second room had gotten it wrong, which meant that the group moving forward kept shrinking. Indigo was pretty confident that he was going to keep getting them right and keep moving forward, for however many more doors there were. He certainly hoped that there weren't too many more. There would surely be an actual class, wouldn't there? He was prepared to read and answer the next question when he noticed a young girl sit on the floor with her arms around her knees. He glanced at the other older students. Surely someone else would be better prepared to handle the situation. Like Derf? He was Head Boy, wasn't he? But Indigo was all too familiar with panic attacks, and something inside him wouldn't let him ignore the girl. So he crouched, and softly touched her arm. "Are you okay?" He asked softly.