rowanxcartwright·:
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Rowan’s breathing was getting harder from running through the long, winding hallways. The castle sometimes felt like it was never ending, and she still hadn’t managed to lose them. Not daring to look behind her, she scoured her mind for ideas of where to hide. If she could get down the hall a little farther, there was a supply closet around the corner that she might be able to slip into.
Speeding around the corner, she decided to take that moment to see how far ahead she was. Where’d they go? Her confusion hit her a little harder than expected as she fell back onto the floor. She felt as if she’d just hit a brick wall. That was a mistake. A small groan of pain escaped her lips. “Shit.” Standing up, she rubbed her now bruised buttocks, looking around to see if they’d caught up. “Sorry, my attention isn’t were it should be at the moment.”
@petrificusstarter·
if there was one thing demitri wasn’t expecting, it was a smack in the back. at first he’s confused, tilting his head as he tears his eyes away from his newspaper. “oh- it’s okay... are you?” paper now folded neatly between his fingers, he attempts to offer her a hand, but she’s already up. “is someone chasing you?” bullying was something dem had seen in droves, and it made him beyond angry.













