Y/N woke up at the crack of dawn, a little annoyed with her inability to just get the studying done.
Shut up. Shut up. It's okay it's okay.
Y/N noted that her roommates were still fast-asleep.
Look at them, all happy and sound asleep-- those two-faced bi--
Y/N stopped herself from finishing her sentence. She walked to the closet, grabbed her uniform and toiletries, and headed downstairs, taking in deep breaths to maintain her cool. She washed her face and jumped out of the shower almost as quickly as she had jumped in (If you ask me, jumping into a shower is kind of stupid as one risks slipping and suffering grave injury).
She grabbed her bag upon returning back to her dorms, giving the dorm a glance before heading back down again.
She wasn't exactly sure of anything at this point. A split-second decision saw her sneak out of the common room.
The time? Early.
What if it got late? The time turner would be used (oh my gosh!! would you look at that-- abuse of an asset that's supposed to be a tool-- hmm-- I'm sure nothing will come of it).
She walked about the halls, mindful of every noise her steps made. She tried to muffle them by walking in a more controlled fashion (heels first, toes slowly following suit), but noise was still made. Still unfamiliar with magic, she didn't know of a spell that could help her out.
She eventually came upon a room that she recalled seeing before-- with Scorpius.
She cringed thinking about the odd infatuation and then, disappearance of it. Maybe-- She stopped any thought on the matter.
This is the room of requirement, I recall.
She opened the door and saw a room whose design was different than that of the first time.
"Is there a lock?" she wondered aloud.
If there was, she couldn't find it, so she figured the best she could do was baracade the door. She set a chair and table against it, then sat, legs crossed, at the center of a very circular room, dropping her bag at her side.
She took in a breath and held it, fighting back the need to exhale. It wasn't her that initiated this odd breathing tactic, but seemingly, it was subconscious effort that took over.
She longed to breathe, but couldn't.
A small part of her wanted to call for help, but it couldn't. It was just her in there anyway. If she died, no one would know until a while later.
She felt a tap on her shoulder just as she thought the end had come, and like that, she exhaled, coughing as she panted to regain all the air she'd missed out on.
"Interesting situation you've got here" commented the person who had tapped her shoulder.
"I-I know you--" Y/N said as she looked at a girl who looked at her-- it was like beholding a mirror reflection.
"Of course you do silly" the girl stated, her gaze fixated on Y/N.
"Did you do this? I could have died, you know? Actually, I could be brain dead? Am I brain dead? How long did I go without oxygen?"
"You need to calm down, 20 seconds without air isn't going to kill you"
"I know you are lying"
"How could you? All you've got as proof is what you think happened. It's all relative. Want to know what I saw?"
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On the Edge of Great (Fanfic)
FanficY/N, 17 F, had just finished reading Harry Potter and the Cursed Child, quite saddened at how this would have been her generation at Hogwarts. Of course, it doesn't help that she is also American, so Hogwarts, technically speaking, would just never...
