The brunette watched groups of friends walk past her, giggling and smiling, though she sat there, walking, all by herself with her draw strap bag attached to her back. Instead of throwing her utensil up one last time, she put it in her bag. A rush of cold wind ran through her body, making her shut her eyes, she could've been imagining it, but it seemed unlikely, no one else had noticed it. Clicking her pearl bracelet, she noticed that most of the corridor was now empty, that fast, but it seemed impossible. She kept her head down, ignoring the iron that shuddered every once in a while, though Emma couldn't contain her momentarily shock.
She edged her way to the right, nearing the armor to avoid the ghost that was swooping in her direction. "Nicholas," Emma muttered to herself. With the trait of a clutz, she somehow ended up knocking herself into the armor. Did that ghost just touch me? She looked behind her where she saw the ghost of Sir Nicholas de Mimsy-Porpington swooping playfully throughout the halls.
Looking back at the suit of armor, it began to shudder, shudder more than usual. Emma watched as the walls devoured the suit of armor, leaving behind a narrow hallway the width of the platform on which the armor stood on. Though she was not claustrophobic, she wondered if she could go down that hallway. Looking down the hallways, she saw a few people coming down but shot a glance right back at the limited hallway.
To make sure that she wasn't hallucinating, she called them over, though so many feelings in her gut started to vibrate. Talking wasn't exactly her strong suit.
~ Emmaline Louise Hill ~
Stamina: 9 - Agility: 7 - Strength: 10 - Control: 9