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Not Adjusting Well
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gentle_melodyIn the hallways near the Hufflepuff Dorms
"Mozart?" [Madoka began softly calling. Her hands were pressed against the nearest wall as she hesitantly proceeded down the hall.] "Mozart? Where are you?" [Winding up in a different place was unsettling enough, but then to realize you were completely alone only increased the agitation.]
[She paused when she thought she heard someone headed this way. Panic swelled in her chest. There had been a room about ten feet earlier. She debated turning around, and ducking into it. Ah- it was too late. The footsteps were closer, they had to have spotted her by now. Madoka waited pressing a little closer to the wall, hoping they would pass soon and without incident]
"Mozart?" [Madoka began softly calling. Her hands were pressed against the nearest wall as she hesitantly proceeded down the hall.] "Mozart? Where are you?" [Winding up in a different place was unsettling enough, but then to realize you were completely alone only increased the agitation.]
[She paused when she thought she heard someone headed this way. Panic swelled in her chest. There had been a room about ten feet earlier. She debated turning around, and ducking into it. Ah- it was too late. The footsteps were closer, they had to have spotted her by now. Madoka waited pressing a little closer to the wall, hoping they would pass soon and without incident]
