{{ TRAPPED- ror, plot; max 2 characters per person. open.

[leePWNSshay]

Karen watched, dumbfounded, as three more girls entered the room, one of which she recognised immediately. Her face fell when seeing her former friend, and went silent. She didn't bother greeting any of the others that had entered, she was all ready looking for the quickest escape route. Little did she know, that there was none.

Karen turned around, facing the wall everyone was entering through. Though there had been a door previously, she knew this for she, and everyone else, had entered through it. Her eyes searched the wall for the large, wooden doors, but they had vanished. Now stood an innocent brick wall. She wasn't shocked by this, afterall everytime she came to Hogwarts she was forced to walk through a wall to get to Platform 9 and 3/4.

Karen approached the wall quickly, now able to walk properly, for she had kicked the shoes off. Barefooted, she stood in front of the wall, ignoring the others. She pressed her hands into it, but did not feel what she was hoping. All she felt was cold, hard, brick. Karen groaned, and hit the wall with her fist. Now not only did she have a large cut on her leg, but bruised knuckles to go with it.

"How the hell do we get out?" she whinned, looking around the wall for some sort of loose brick, or hidden doorknob.

She looked almost crazy, patting down the wall hysterically. There was no way she was going to be stuck in here, with a former friend, toad girl, Mr Superman and another girl she did not know. Sure she was being harsh, but she was already in a bad mood from Oliver's strange behaviour a few days ago, her awful grade in Defence Against The Dark Arts, and sticking her in a strange room with an enemie did not help her situation.

[Paige;;]

Harriet sighed, sitting down on a chair next to Cleo and grinning. "I know you!" Harriet said, although if she was talking to herself or to Cleo was kept to herself.

"But I don't know you" here she pointed at Catalina, "or you" she now pointed at Karen, before her eyes rested upon Oliver. "But I do know you. You're in my house." She smiled again, as if she was proud for remembering such a minor detail, and watched Karen bang on the wall in a rather desperate manner.

"I don't think that's going to work." She said, although she wasn't trying to be mean, just helpful. The thought of being trapped was exciting for Harriet, although if she knew she'd be in here for as long as the room intended, it would be a different thing entirely. She looked around again, before speaking up.

“I like this room, it’s very pretty.” She sounded like a little child in a sweet shop, but she didn’t notice. If they were trapped, then at least they had a nice room to be in.

[Shay]

((it's WAY too much trouble for me to post two times in two separate accounts, so i'll just blend my posts together! just to avoid confusion. xD))

Oliver glanced at all the newcomers curiously, before switching his gaze back to Karen and suppressing a grin. "Don't even bother trying," he warned, before sighing and stretching out.

It was really rather uncomfortable being stuck in a room full of strange people he didn't know, although the room admittedly was nice. Still, Oliver preferred being alone and he couldn't for the life of him imagine why the room wasn't letting anyone go out. His best bet was that it was a malfunction in all the protective charms in the castle.

Oliver yawned, before draping his arm over the armchair and looking around, trying desperately to stave off the grumbling in his stomach. "I'm starving," he complained. It really was true: they had missed lunch by a long shot and soon it would be dinner as well.

As soon as Oliver had spoken those two words, a large plate of sandwiches appeared before him, and he furrowed his eyebrows. "Er, thanks?" he questioned, before shrugging and taking the first one.

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"I'm Catalina. Catalina Alvarez," Cat introduced to the other girl. "And you are?" A frown flitted across her face momentarily: she was still utterly confused as to how and why they had ended up in the room, and why it was being so selective as to the people it let in.

Catalina looked off into the distance serenely. "I don't think we're supposed to get out," she informed Karen lightly with a detached tone. She looked back at the other two girls, and then at the boy who was now eating sandwiches.

"I'm positive that this isn't a prank, why on earth would someone invest so much time effort in placing us here? It's obviously something else, although I'm sure that we're stuck here. Unless this room's been charmed or something, but it'd be complex magic...."

Her expression suddenly turned horror struck. "I'm going to miss Transfiguration!" Cat exclaimed with sudden realization, eyes widening. "Oh no...maybe the charm'll wear off after an hour or so?"

[Rabbit_Cake]

Cleo accepted the fact that it wasn't a prank, although she had kind of wished that it was...it would have been a lot more interesting. As she sat at the table, silently pondering what was going on, she stroked Alf. You can probably imagine the kind of explainations that her mind came up with, but one she had ruled out alien invasion, she gave up.

Looking helplessly at Alf she shrugged at him and said quietly "Don't worry Alf i'm sure we'll be fine."

Then after placing the carrot on the table surface, obviously not giving any thought to what might have been put on the table in the past, she said "Help yourself, Alf." The toad ignored her completely. Then she picked up her bag from where she had placed it on the floor and began to sift through it, looking for the book that she had found earlier, her fingers gripped the spine of the book and she was just about to pull it out before the green glint sparkled in her eyes.

She decided that she didn't want anyone else to see it, it was HER book afterall. So the bag was placed back on the floor.

Turning back to the room, Cleo noticed that a boy nearby had food. "How did you get that? I'm awfully hungry!" She grinned at him, before pushing her orange hair away from her eyes.

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Karen groaned and stomped her foot again. She frowned at Catalina, who spoke to her. Karen then proceeded to, very maturely might I add, roll her eyes when Cat had turned her head from her. Giving up on attempting to get out through the brick wall, Karen grumpily headed over towards Oliver. She slouched down in an armchair near his. She'd rather be next to Oliver, despite his odd behaviour recently, than anywhere near Catalina, even if that meant avoiding the other girls she did not know.

"Do you think we're stuck in here? Like completely stuck?" she questioned with a little fright. What would happen if they were stuck.

"I don't think I can handle being in here," she then lowered her voice to a mutter for just Oliver to hear, "Especially not with her," she looked at him then nodded towards Catalina.

It was then she noticed something by the beds in the room. It was small, but Karen could notice it from miles away, and she would probably be the only person in the school, other than her brother to notice it. It was a small, shocking pink, sticker on an old trunk. The sticker had a picture of a moving Quaffle. It was the sticker Karen had stuck to her trunk in her first year, of her favourite Quidditch Team, the Quiberon Quafflepunchers of France.

Karen let out a gasp and jumped up from her seat. She walked towards the trunk, and opened it up. It indeed contained all of her things. How did her trunk end up here?!

"Oliver!" Karen said loudly, "My trunk is here!"

[Paige;;]

“I’m Harriet Dewar, I’m in Hufflepuff. What house are you in?” Harriet directed this question towards Catalina, but was distracted by the sandwiches that had suddenly appeared, but deciding it would be rude to take one, she turned back to Catalina and nodded. “I think you’re right. We aren’t meant to get out of here. But there must be a way too, right?”

Harriet looked around for the fifth time, trying to work out a way to get out, but there was nothing. No loose brick, no window, no gap in the ceiling. Nothing that could pass as a means of escape.

Not like in muggle movies, like James Bond, for instance. Harriet sighed and sank into her chair, staring at the wall, though her vision wasn’t that clear. She was thinking. There must be a way to get out, but how? Did they have to do something to get out? Did they have to say some magic word? Harriet though that the latter was a good way to start, so she started muttering words under her breath.

“Please let us out.” Harriet whispered, so that the others couldn’t hear her unless they listened really closely. She was about to utter another sentence when Karen exclaimed her trunk was in the room.

Harriet stood up and looked at each trunk in turn, wondering if hers was here as well.