Room 401, Monday evening
When Agnes awoke she had the distinct impression that, perhaps, she'd overslept this Saturday morning and, in fact, missed the newbie picnic. This being Fandom, that was immediately followed by the distinct impression that she'd rather not know exactly how long she'd been asleep, but would probably have to find out anyway.
And THAT was followed by the distinct impression that she was trapped inside a very dark sack made of very stiff, strong material and couldn't see or move very much -- although this was less of an "impression", and more of a sort of "observation".
After a bit of squirming, she discovered that a) there was no opening in the sack, and b) since she was in her pyjamas, she had nothing sharp to cut her way out with. And then c) there was a seam in the fabric right in front of her face. With nothing else to do, she took fingernails and teeth to the seam and managed to rip some of the stitches out, and then pulled and ripped it open wider. She was relieved to see her bedroom on the other side of the fabric, and started crawling out of the hole.
Then she made the mistake of looking back. What she'd been trapped in was, in fact, the witch's hat that she'd stopped wearing. The rip down its side that she was crawling out of was maybe six inches across, whereas Agnes was very... not. Just looking at her waist where it disappeared into the hat made her eyes water.
So she slammed her eyes shut and put a lot of effort into believing VERY STRONGLY that what she was doing wasn't impossible, until her legs slid all the way out and she wasn't in any more danger of being crushed should reality decide to reassert itself. It probably wouldn't -- this WAS Fandom, after all -- but better safe than sorry.
You should have stayed like that a little longer, the voice in the back of her mind quipped. That's the last time you'll EVER have a narrow waist.
[Establishy, but open]