January 21st, 1895; Late Afternoon — A Supply Closet, Hogwarts Dungeons

The cauldron had not erupted as one might have expected from a volcano, but it had still been rather Vesuvian in nature, its contents making a steady and inescapable progress towards its keeper, resulting in a shocking shade of puce staining the front of the robes of Miss Regina and sending the Hufflepuff to the hospital wing with tears streaming down her face. Jameson had felt bad for his yearmate, and had offered to stay a little longer, clean up her station and put away her supplies.

It was a decision a small part of the Ravenclaw regretted now; he was one of only a few students remaining. One pair had been directed to reclean their station, having not done so well enough the first time, and another classmate had successfully freed themself only to come back, having left one of their books in the store room.

They might never have known which one of them jostled the door just so, beginning its gradual closing. Perhaps it might even have been Peeves, though Jameson had learned early in the year that the poltergeist was not the sort to keep quiet about his anticis. It may simply have been a draft, or ill luck. Whatever the cause, the Ravenclaw heard the problem before he saw it, the door clicking itself quite deciedly shut and plunging the youngsters into darkness.

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Today's class had been a bit of a kerfuffle that had left Tells a bit... frazzled. The list of things she needed to do was already quite long and only seemed to grow by the class period. Potions had added not only her homework but the need to check on G in the hospital to ensure her aunt hadn't suffered too horribly from the explosion. (Considering they were only first years in their introductory coursework, she suspected G's clothes and pride had suffered more than anything else.) Once they'd finished cleaning their station, she'd sent Mo on ahead with the explanation that she wanted to swing by G and her dorms to pick up a spare robe for their aunt when she'd realized she'd left her book behind.

For a moment, Stella considered leaving it and collecting it during their next class but she could already hear what Reginia would have to say about it and honestly, her grades were already poorly enough without leaving it behind that she ended up concluding that she best fetch it. A quick in and out and then she could go back to their room. Or at least, it was supposed to be a quick in and out until the surprisingly loud thunk and click of a door shutting - and locking - caused Tells to yelp.

"Can you open it, please?" she questioned, her voice almost echoing into the quiet dark - the same dark that hid her fingers clutching tightly at her skirts. She hadn't paid much attention to who else had been in here with her. It wasn't like she'd been planning to stay and socialize. It was a storage closet after all. But now Tells wished she had. Would they be the type to lock her in a closet? They weren't going to get in trouble for this, were they? She'd tried so hard to behave. Momma and Poppa were stressed enough about them leaving, she really didn't want them to have more to worry about.

  

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Lovely set by Bee!

Caroline had known they were trying their luck when she and her partner had shown their station to Professor Valenduris. She did know what a clean workstation looked like and it had actually been against her better judgement that she'd let herself be talked into at least trying to get away with a 'good enough' job as opposed to a 'perfect' job. She'd however been swayed by the knowledge that one of the Castle Cats had given birth to kittens and the faster she finished the more time she would have had out of class to go and investigate... That of course had backfired and they were directed to reclean the station and it was beginning to seem as if she'd actually have less time now to investigate.

She knew she ought to be like her diligent cousins - Jammy had even stayed behind to clean up another students desk after their potion had exploded and forced them to take a trip to the Hospital Wing - however oughts and shoulds never lasted particularly long in her head before she became bored of them and instead decided to focus on the nows and the interestings.

She sighed and was still firmly scrubbing her table and trying not to feel resentful to her partner - she had let herself be talked into doing the job even if they were responsible for suggesting it - when she heard the door close and the lights go out. She heard a yelp and somebody ask to open the door.

"What was that?" She called out; taking a step forward and walking straight into an obstacle.

"Ouch!" She exclaimed and reached in front of her trying to figure out what she'd walked into.

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This ticker exists as an age reminder because Jen is terrible at keeping track of time...

Margaret was beginning to come to terms with having to pretend to be a witch and go to all their classes and do all their things, and potions, if she was honest, weren't much different from the tonics that the Irvingly medics made, and about as effective from her personal abilities.

At the end of class, she had set about cleaning, as a working-class girl it made her smirk the discomfort that the uppers had from actually having to clean things and some then still liked to try and slip the odd dish into her tray when she wasn't looking, but she wasn't stupid and she would quietly slip them back on their tables uncleaned after they had left leading to at least one getting chastised for slovenliness, oops.

The other children and her were in the cupboard when the door shut on them, through prank or accident they were plunged into darkness. She heard Stella's voice, her roommate being one she might easily recognise in the darkness. Another girl she recognised the voice of a little less exclaimed as she crashed into something and Maggie. Giggled before trying the door herself. "It seems to be locked!" she said curiously before thumping hard three times. She was imagining Charley on the other side playing one of her games despite there being no chance of her being anywhere nearby.

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