Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30887024-20171019224436

As soon as Marlene had stepped out of Magicology, the sea of people in the hallway moved to make a pathway for her.

The clear route to walk didn't stop her from seeing the sigil of Camelot on a boy's armor, or on the tote bag of a girl.

She strained to keep her eyes open. If she closed them, she'd be back there. A room so cold at night, and an oven under the sun. A single window for light, where Marlene would wait a specific hour for the moon to be at the perfect angle to illuminate the whole room. A shimmery black ballgown that barely passed for rags.

But the image was already there in her head. She stopped walking suddenly. Her staff, which was just the size of a pen now, grew to its true size and blasted the ceiling above, turning a good chunk of cement into rubble.

Marlene turned sharply towards the two Camelotian students and said menacingly, "What are you looking at?"

They ran away fairly quickly, and so did the rest of the hallway. save for one?  