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SilverTiger · 05-20-2021, 12:23 AM

The red paper visible on the Charms classroom door had made Gracelyn pause for a moment. Red as a color, Gryffindor color notwithstanding, usually meant something dangerous or, well, not good. Actually, that sort of did fit Gryffindor, come to think of it, but either way, the Hufflepuff had approached the door, and the sign thereon, with the smallest bit of hesitation. It was only after reading the message on the sign that she found herself taking a breath she hadn’t known she had been holding. This can’t be that bad, she thought, closing her eyes as she waited the allotted ten seconds before entering the door. She wanted to be prepared, after all. Going into darkness without letting her eyesight adjust was always a bad idea.

Once she was inside, she opened her eyes and looked forward. Definitely dark. Foreboding, except she trusted Professor Peralta. She had trusted her last term, and she didn’t think there was a reason why that wouldn’t have continued. After another moment, she started shuffling forward, hands outstretched slightly in front of her as she slowly began making her way through the darkness.

The only sounds she thought she heard were from the people who had entered before her. Hopefully. Other than that was the sound of her own breath, coming out in measured beats. In an odd way, it was calming, and helping with keeping track of the time as she kept inching forward slowly and deliberately. Except for the instance where she had stepped forward onto something that set her off in a slide several inches forward, keeping her balance only by planting her feet and keeping her arms out.

She took a second to rest on an object that had stopped the slide, sitting on it before setting off again. Back to focusing on the sounds of those ahead, hoping at least one of them would tell her where the seats were. When the adventure was going to end.

05-20-2021, 12:23 AM	#6 (permalink)
SilverTiger Crumple-Horned Snorkack Join Date: Dec 2007 Location: SoCal sighs(GMT-8) Posts: 111,193 Hogwarts RPG Name: Giselle Barrington Slytherin Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Teagan Kensington Slytherin Second Year Gryffindor First Year Gryffindor First Year Gryffindor First Year x5 x3	Shoe!Girl │ Rebel Ravie │ Confundus Queen │ RP Addict The red paper visible on the Charms classroom door had made Gracelyn pause for a moment. Red as a color, Gryffindor color notwithstanding, usually meant something dangerous or, well, not good. Actually, that sort of did fit Gryffindor, come to think of it, but either way, the Hufflepuff had approached the door, and the sign thereon, with the smallest bit of hesitation. It was only after reading the message on the sign that she found herself taking a breath she hadn’t known she had been holding. This can’t be that bad, she thought, closing her eyes as she waited the allotted ten seconds before entering the door. She wanted to be prepared, after all. Going into darkness without letting her eyesight adjust was always a bad idea. Once she was inside, she opened her eyes and looked forward. Definitely dark. Foreboding, except she trusted Professor Peralta. She had trusted her last term, and she didn’t think there was a reason why that wouldn’t have continued. After another moment, she started shuffling forward, hands outstretched slightly in front of her as she slowly began making her way through the darkness. The only sounds she thought she heard were from the people who had entered before her. Hopefully. Other than that was the sound of her own breath, coming out in measured beats. In an odd way, it was calming, and helping with keeping track of the time as she kept inching forward slowly and deliberately. Except for the instance where she had stepped forward onto something that set her off in a slide several inches forward, keeping her balance only by planting her feet and keeping her arms out. She took a second to rest on an object that had stopped the slide, sitting on it before setting off again. Back to focusing on the sounds of those ahead, hoping at least one of them would tell her where the seats were. When the adventure was going to end. __________________ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ It's me, hi, I'm the problem, it's me, at tea time, everybody agrees ...It must be exhausting, always rooting for the anti-hero ♥ ♥ ♥