Kit woke up completely disoriented without knowing where she was or what had happened. She only knew that she was alone and her entire body throbbed with pain. She winced as she gingerly moved her appendages and limbs, checking if anything was broken or if her body was just bruised. Throughout her self-check, she kept my eyes closed, afraid that her vision had somehow been damaged in the attack. She wouldn't be able to mentally handle being stuck in the dungeon while blind. As she moved her left arm, a shooting pain shocked her system, making her cry out in pain.

"Oops. Definitely broken," she thought to herself, surprisingly calm considering her situation.

The same pain that accompanied moving her left arm was also present with every breath she took. Normal breathing was difficult, but it would be infinitely worse if she were panicking and hyperventilating. She slowly sat up, breathing as slow as possible to reduce the pain. Eventually, she opened her eyes, bit by bit, until she could see most of her surroundings. Through her blurred vision, she could tell that she was in an empty classroom, dimly illuminated by two torches. Even though the torches didn't provide that much light, Kit knew the puddle of liquid around her was not water. Her own blood stained her clothing, or, at least the tatters that used to be a Hogwarts uniform.

Using her right arm, she felt around on the ground surrounding her to see if there was anything that might be able to help her in this situation. Instead of finding something to bring her hope, she found the splintered remnants of her wand. As she looked at it, memories from the attack surfaced in her mind. If they were really trying to convince her to join the dark side, torture and destruction of her property was the worst way they could do that. Even in its now-useless state, Kit cradled the wand that was a family heirloom, her only tie to her grandparents. She refused to leave her spot of hell without the thing.

She tried to stand up, to no avail. The pain overwhelmed her senses and immediately brought her back down to the ground every time she raised herself slightly off of it. Ultimately, she was stuck until some random person walked in to find this mess.

It didn't take long for Kit to realize which classroom the Slytherin group had dragged her into. She sat there for what she perceived as being hours, but the light was too dull for her to read her watch. The bleeding from her wounds had stopped, but her broken bones were no closer to being healed. In that time, not one person had walked by the room, not even on their way to another class. Only one room was avoided as this one: the 'Cursed Classroom'. People avoided it like the plague, wholeheartedly believing that crossing the threshold into the room brought death and bad grades, whichever was worse. Before long, Kit became increasingly morbid in her thoughts. Her only hope was that the next person to walk in the room didn't find her corpse lying there.

Though, to be honest, it would be kind of badass to haunt Hogwarts.

Her last shred of hope was rapidly disappearing when she heard voices nearing the classroom.

"You just have to stay in there for three hours."

"But what if I don't come out?"

Wait, those voices were familiar.

"It's just three hours. Don't worry! Then you'll have won enough money to buy your dream dress for the Halloween Masque."

"But-"

Kit made the connection. The two people outside the door were two of her roommates: Lily and Marlene. Before she could muster the strength to call out for help, Marlene had shoved Lily into the classroom then quickly closed the door.

When Lily saw Kit, she screamed like a banshee and proceeded to have a miniature heart attack. She ran up to Kit and started asking questions at a mile per minute: Who did this to her? Was she alright? Could she move? . Kit couldn't keep up; her exhaustion made her mind sluggish and slow to comprehend. She could only manage a small whisper for help before black dots swarmed her vision and she let the darkness consume her.