"Is she alright?" said a brown haired girl peering down at a girl around the same age.
"She should be fine," a gruff voice interjected. The voice belonged to a gray haired lady with a distressed expression written on her wrinkly face.
The lady seemed in a rush. "Bring the headmaster in. How did she get inside the castle should be the real question?"
A few moments later a pair of hurried footsteps came rushing over. Y/n laying on the hospital bed felt a presence hovering over her.
An elderly man with long white hair glanced over his half moon glasses. He held his scruffy beard, almost as long as his hair so it wouldn't hit the girls face.
The man moved surprisingly fast for his age and touched her forehead.
Y/n couldn't breath. The world was twisting inside itself and her whole body was twitching.
