Lost (Open)

[natalia]

Nat climbed the stairs, watching them cautiously. She was all too familiar with the sudden movements and confusion lost among these stairwells. She adjusted her new shirt, the first piece of clothing that she had ever owned that wasn't designed for a boy. She smiled, brushing at her shirt as she ventured up the steps, picking at Maka's hair.

"No!" She fell on the steps as suddenly they shifted from beneath her. She clenched her eyes shut, stomach clenching as she hung onto the steps, quickly scrambling to the next step.

Only as the next flight seemed to fly to another foreign place, did Nat realize she knew practically nothing of the layout of Hogwarts. She stared back at a staircase which vanished with her bag.

"No!" She repeated, refusing to let go of her death grip on the stairwell as it seemed never to return to the same place, her bag lost in the towering stairwell.

She groaned. Here she was, lost, and hopeless. Her knuckles were an icy white from clinging to the railing as the staircase floated back and forth, almost taunting her. She closed her eyes tighter, although she doubted it was possible at this point.

This was wonderful. Nat couldn't believe she had let herself get into this situation, nor could she think of a way out of it. She seemed incapable of moving, too petrified to even imagine trying to stand on a moving surface, it left her noxious. The only thing that could have furthered her humiliation could have been anyone finding her in such a way, although she could foresee no possible resolution without anyone coming to her sorry rescue.

[izzie]

Izzie adjusted the strap on her bag as she descended the stairs after her first class of the day. Aside from the people who, like her, were on break, most everyone had already scrambled to their next class. It was only when Izzie was on the third floor staircase did she notice the first year girl, practically sobbing as she gripped the staircase, obviously tormented by the way the things moved.

Izzie headed down toward the girl, a little Ravenclaw it seemed. Feeling in a kind mood, she looked around and then located a bookbag hanging on the side of a staircase, which must have moved. Almost to the girl now, Izzie whipped out her wand, muttering, "Accio." The bag soared into her outstretched hand. She took two more steps down to the frightened girl and held it out to her. "Is this yours?" Izzie asked, her voice kind.