Event Private a mad house of bad memories

Marian couldn't count how long she had been walking but she was sure enough that she had been through this hall already. More than once, more than twice; perhaps a loop. Did she run into a part of the school locked into an illusion? An accidental spell? She couldn't say. If it were a trap meant for her, she wouldn't be surprised but she couldn't say who would be behind it. Surely not James as the boy couldn't possibly conjure an illusion of this type. Well, he could have friends who had a bone to pick with her. Or perhaps that guy that she had thrown off the ledge the other day? No, he couldn't have known that was her -- she had hidden in the dark; no one could have recognized her anyway. Regardless of who or why, Marian is sure she's stuck in some sort of space and/or time loop spell. She hasn't seen anyone, and all she's been seeing is a bunch of doors along hallways with no proper end to it. Dio, it would be great to run into someone right about now, just so she could know it wasn't someone's grudge on her. People could be so sensitive.