Falling, falling ((Closed RP))
((Backdated to the chocolates.))
Claire couldn't know it, but she was in the grips of a chocolate-induced paranoia. The link between her brain and her lips seemed to have been severed, and she was telling the world every thought that popped into her head. She owed Nick an apology, when she felt she could trust her mouth again. But he was just as new to Hogwarts as she was, and now she wanted some answers.
The chocolate's effect on her brain made her want to run, but in these hallways, all of the pictures were following her. She could hear the portraits call out to her, and was sure that they were talking behind her back. Down in the Slytherin dungeons, the portraits were gone, but she knew that something was around those dark corners.
Her nerves getting the better of her, Claire lost her cool and ran the last few turns and corridors to a room she'd been to before. When the door opened, she told Sidney Reilly, "Hello. I've come to smoke more of your cigarettes, and find out why I can't stop talking."
Claire couldn't know it, but she was in the grips of a chocolate-induced paranoia. The link between her brain and her lips seemed to have been severed, and she was telling the world every thought that popped into her head. She owed Nick an apology, when she felt she could trust her mouth again. But he was just as new to Hogwarts as she was, and now she wanted some answers.
The chocolate's effect on her brain made her want to run, but in these hallways, all of the pictures were following her. She could hear the portraits call out to her, and was sure that they were talking behind her back. Down in the Slytherin dungeons, the portraits were gone, but she knew that something was around those dark corners.
Her nerves getting the better of her, Claire lost her cool and ran the last few turns and corridors to a room she'd been to before. When the door opened, she told Sidney Reilly, "Hello. I've come to smoke more of your cigarettes, and find out why I can't stop talking."