Good eve, thanks for stopping by to read this little tease ;). But don't worry there will be more to come shortly. Warning: this won't follow the time line or story exactly because I'm me and I like to make some shit up. Hope you enjoy, please R&R.
Once, twice, three times she paced back and forth, back and forth, desperately thinking of what she needed and coming up short. Don't fail me now, she silently pled, wringing her sweaty hands. And then suddenly the chiming of a clock broke into the silence of her mind. It startled Pandora out of her sleep deprived, worry filled stupor and she spun around with a squeak to face where the door to the room of requirement should have been. But instead of a door there stood a large grandfather clock almost twice the size of body. But no, it was a door, there was something behind it, she could tell by the light filtering through it from within and meagerly lighting up the pitch black corridor. It was otherworldly, foggy with a mysterious green hue.
She'd never used the room before but from what others had said there was always a door, no one had ever mentioned a clock. Pandora's eyes searched the corridor fearfully, knowing that he wasn't far behind and she needed to hurry. Where else could she go that he wouldn't find her? So far there'd been no where he hadn't been able to follow, her dorm, the infirmary, the headmaster's' office, he always found her. He even found her in her dreams, even when she took dreamless sleep. The young witch needed...well she didn't know precisely what she needed which was what had brought her to the room of requirement. It would know what she needed, all her friends had said so, even her potions professor had confessed spending many a quiet eve there.
And so with one last look to ensure he wasn't lurking Pandora threw herself into the clock door with reckless abandon.
It felt like pushing through a film of clingy plastic wrap at first but then she was falling and it was wrapped around her body like a shrinking wet blanket. The air was forced from her lungs and her head began spinning madly. Her eyes were darting but it was dark and light at the same time and they gained purchase on nothing. That's when the witch began to panic in earnest. She tried to scream but nothing more happened than an excruciating pain in her ribs, no sound, no intake of breath, just pain. Pandora began flailing her limps but only managed to further entangle herself in the plasticky enclosure and it tightened around her body. Down and down she went in a timeless plunge until finally with a blinding flash of white light another clock front came into view. And then it was hot, suffocatingly so, and her skin began to burn so hot she thought her blood would boil.
With a scream Pandora was catapulted through the clock. A flood of cold air shocked her senses and her eyes adjusted to the bright light just in time to careen into a bed of color.
And then blackness...
