 Unforgivably Cursed | adultescent
She was already rather startled by the sudden darkness of the room when the lights went out, but Noémi gasped loudly when she felt a hand grasp her arm tightly. The nineteen year old was visibly relieved, however, when the lights quickly came back on and she saw that it was Jessa's hand encircling her arm.
She let her own hand rest lightly on her former roommate's hand, trying to offer a small amount of comfort. And it was then that her eyes fell on the spot that Professor Trimble once stood only a moment ago, noticing that she was now gone.
"Where... where did she go?" she softly asked the room at large once a cursory glance of the room did not locate the older woman. How strange. But she wasn't sure she should be so alarmed. Perhaps she just went to check the room's charms or there had been something out in the corridor that demanded her attention. But she also felt as if she was trying to justify her disappearance, especially when she did not return in the following minutes.
Noémi took note of the young girl as Jessa directed her attention to her. "Are you lost?" she asked of her, though the girl simply continued to stare at them without answering. She looked from her to the other woman that had been against the wall moments earlier. Neither of them seemed like they belonged in here.
Unsure of what to do exactly, she looked around at the professionals in the room before looking back at Jessa. "Do you think we should look for Professor Trimble?" Or maybe wait for her? She wasn't sure they really could proceed without her... or maybe that was exactly what they were meant to do.
__________________ started like a knight in a fairytale_______________________________________________
ended like a moth in flames______________________
______________________don't you worry I'll be fine
_________________________________________________you were good for the plot line |