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Outside the Party - with Lenore
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Dominic leaned his back against the door, closing with a clack. The loud, overly upbeat music became muffled, as if this were a wooden barrier protecting his sanity. On the other side, crowds of people swarmed, laughing so loud they were no match for the speakers. There was no room to walk. No room to breathe.
Why, just why has his plan gone so terribly wrong?
Hearing the news that his team lost, Dominic felt relief wash over him. He hadnβt gathered any attention (hopefully), and all the focus directed to the winners. Just then, he couldβve turned around, sprinting for the fire escapes or other hidden passages. Anywhere, as long as he stepped far from the prying eyes which seemed to follow in the shadows.
Yet, he stayed, peeking at the wide open gates of the elusive Room 4. It felt as if his eyes were glued to it, an invisible force dragging him to follow behind the winners. He took a step forward β and the door slammed shut.
Dominic couldnβt help but wonder, just what had he missed out on by forfeiting his chance to win? Now, as he stood in the dim hallways, lit by the neon lights breaking through the gaps of the door, he wondered, had he made the right choice? His mind wandered back to the beginning, when he first heard of Wyndham Academy. The reasons he chose it; to hone his magic, to walk through the hallways and hidden doors full of secrets. Heβd be alongside peers who could finally understand him, who wouldnβt fear his magic like many before.
Like hisβ
He took a deep breath, closing his eyes. Feeling the chipping paint against his fingertips, the backpack weighing on his shoulder, he felt the tension ease from his body.
No. Heβd already made up his mind.
Behind that door, in the Umbra Coven common room, were exactly the people he worried would follow him. He would never get another chance so perfect.
A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. Slowly, he leaned off the door, taking slow, steady steps down the hallway. As he got further away, he could finally hear his shoesβ soft echo, as the silence returned where it belonged.
But β in the distance β a doll-like silhouette seemed to get nearer. Hair in two braids, a white dress obscured in shadows. Dominicβs steps slowed to a stop, his brows furrowed. Turning his head down, he continued to walk, avoiding the womanβs gaze.
He could hear her footsteps against the marble floor, echoing from the walls like an eerie symphony. Just what was her costume meant to resemble? A doll? Perhaps haunted? Feeling an uneasiness in chest, Dominic peeked up beneath his eyelashes. What if it were an actual dollβ
βLenore?β he asked without thinking, confusion evident in his tone.
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@Caticorn β π₯β Lenore Ferrel
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