 Wowza!
This wasn't good. Not good at all.
Perhaps she had chosen the wrong door. Perhaps she had been wrong on chosing the door she picked - it was the only reason why the girl could think of why there was no one else around.
Wait. What was written on the sign?
Squinting her eyes as she read it, the fifth year could not help but to feel a little relieved; she had been right, apparently. Yet, she was still concerned - the place was almost completely dark, and she could still see nobody else. It seemed she was alone.
Willow took a deep breath, as she started to walk forward.
Almost instantly, one of the most horrid smell she'd ever smelled in her entire life -and she had smelled some horrible things, considering that Willow had three older broters- hit her full in the nose. It was absolutely disgusting. But that was not at all, because before the Ravenclaw could do anything to stop it, she was basically sliding down the corridor, and clinging to that wooden stick she called wand, for dear life.
Trying as hard as she could not to scream when something hit her elbow, the girl looked up with a horrified expression on her face, only to see a rain of gobstones coming at her. "PROTEGO!" Commanded Willow, her voice a little louder than necessary, as she sharply sweeped her wand, making some sort of arc.
Panting and hoping that the shield charm would not start to falter anytime soon, Willow wandered down the corridor to the next door.
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