 curly haired prefect - "sometimes I get angry!" - 30/90 - *chicken emoji* - probably @ Disney - I speak dog
Wes hurried back to the closet where Tasha was locked in, carrying a small vial of Calming Draught in his hands. Zack was still stationed outside keeping watch, and suddenly Wes started to feel nervous. When they opened the door, she could come BOLTING out of there and plow both of them to the ground...they'd have to stand back AND try to convince her not to panic the second the door was opened.
"Catherine?" he said, speaking to her with that random name she had somehow given herself. "We've figured out a way to open the door, but when we open it you HAVE to promise to not panic, ok? Remember, we're here to help you--in fact, we have a nice glass of water out here for you to drink so you can calm down, ok?" he asked.
He turned to Zack. "Once she agrees, we can use Alohomora to unlock the door, but stand back...just in case," he said. He didn't want any MORE injuried employees today!
__________________ I'm still standin'________________________________________ better than I ever did
Lookin' like a true survivor_________________________________feelin' like a little kid |