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Ugh. Of course, she's one of those whiny paintings. There's a lot of them here, then again Jillian would have felt the same way if she was stuck in a painting for her entire life in an area of the castle where students and professors barely pass by. Jillian stayed near the second year Slytherin, there was no need for this chit-chat. It was time for the both of them to get to class.
She gave Roberta a polite smile when she responded, attempting to ignore her this time and redirecting her attention to her fellow Slytherin. Just when she was about to tell him to go to class- a bright light flashed before her eyes. She closed her eyes for a quick second and when she opened them everything felt.... odd. Different weird. She turned her head and saw that Blake was still next to her. Okay, good. She looked forward and saw Roberta standing where they were standing earlier. Jillian had a bad feeling about this.
"Uhmm" she hummed under her breath, trying to be calm but she feared her gut-feeling was right all along... "We're inside the painting, are we?" she whispered to Blake. it was a rhetorical question. This is great. Just G R E A T. This is why she never talks to portraits. Unbelievable!
Thank Merlin! Their head of the house to the rescue...… and his son. "Professor, She swapped us!" were the first words out of her mouth. Clearly this was not their doing. This portrait was just bored and wants to be entertained. She's trying not to panic really. Blake looks terrified- IS terrified already and she doesn't want to add to that. As prefect, she needs to calm for the both of them.
A way to get out? She has no idea yet. Help, Professor!
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