"No, it’s not very organized," Amelia replied, "Besides counting to make sure we’re all here, I don’t think they’ve really done anything."
"They should’ve sorted us by house or year to make things easier." Dorcas spotted a few whimpering first years a few feet away. "Poor things," she cooed, "They must be terrified."
It could have been, but it wasn’t
and cramming all of us into a room isn’t going to bring her back.
"But it might help prevent any more of us disappearing. Besides, it could be a lot worse."
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Amelia sighed. She didn’t really feel safer her than in her dormitory. At least there she had her own bed and her books. “You poor thing. This is ridiculous. Maybe just don’t sit down.”
"I’m fine, really. I was in a situation like this before when I went on a trip with my parents to Scotland," she assured the other ravenclaw. She took a quick look around the hall. "This isn’t very organized, is it? Everyone seems to just be moving about freely."
Someone really should have thought about the amount of bathroom breaks needed before the put us in here. Thanks, Doe. I’m sure we’ll be out of here soon. I think I just need a bit of fresh air.
"It definitely would’ve been helpful. It is a bit stuffy in here. I never really noticed how many of us there were until we were forced to all be in the same room together. No wonder we lost a student…"
"Did you miss the part where I said professors are escorting people? If you have to go, then go."
"I was just going to hold it and wait to see if the professors were going to give us anymore information. I’m sure they won’t keep us in here for much longer."
"Professors are escorting people to the bathrooms, over there. But thanks for sharing."
"I was told we’re to stay in the Great Hall until further notice due to the missing student. Sorry, I was just sort of thinking out loud."
Something interesting finally happens around here, and it just has to be something that sends everyone in a panic
either she’s dead or she’ll turn up. Let’s move on, people.
"Well you can’t really blame people for being worried. It could have been anyone of us that went missing. And who knows where she is or who/what took her."
"Damn," Amelia said, disappointed, "I guess you’re just going to have to hold it. That seems totally unfair, though." Amelia crossed her arms. She didn’t like being locked up like this.
"Well Dumbledore wouldn’t keep us herded in here like this unless he had a really good reason. We’re better off in here and then roaming the halls." She began to bounce a little, wiggling uncomfortable, "I’m sure I can hold it as long as I don’t think about water…or faucets…or liquids in general."