The sound of Avalon's boots tapping on the floor echoed off the walls of the corridor. She had recently traded her normal fashionable flats for a trendy pair of little black boots. After all, wearing wooly socks with ballet flats wouldn't be a very voguish statement. Thankfully, Beauxbatons wasn't quite as cold as Hogwarts normally was this time of year. But the rosy pink tinge on her cheeks and puffs of air swirling from her chapped lips pointed to one thing: winter was almost here.
It had been a rather pleasant stroll in the rose garden, save for the gust of wind that had prickled her face every once in awhile. She was on her way to the comfy window seat to warm up and work on her upcoming midterm assignments when a frustrated yell broke her train of thought. Turning into the second floor corridor, she was startled to see an older boy sprawled out on the floor. His body appeared to be rigid....why wasn't he moving his arms or anything?!
Alarmed by the sight in front of her, Avalon picked up her pace, hurrying over to help the poor guy. "Are you alright?" she asked incredulously as she got closer. She recognized his face, and vaguely recalled a brief conversation with him on the Hogwarts Express last year. Rasting was his last name, wasn't it?
And then the strangest thing happened. One minute, she was walking briskly toward him to help, and the next, her right foot felt as if it were sucked right into the floor. Hovering her other foot in midair, terrified to place it in front of her as well, she stared in disbelief at the Slytherin. "What is this?" She tugged and tugged at her right leg, but it wouldn't budge. Her foot was completely stuck to the floor. Now this was quite a predicament.
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