Private Finished Wednesday's the Best Day

"Oh, it's fine, I helped you because I wanted to. Make sure you show me the finished product, of course."

She smiled standing back up, Frodo returning to stand at her feet. For the moment she was just glad to see the spell worked and glad to observe some new magic in action.

"Though, I guess if you want to do something for me..." She brushed a stray strand of hair behind her ear, smiling a bit more bashfully as she spoke. "Walk me home?"

She waited for him by the door, slinging her own bag over her shoulder after letting Frodo climb back inside it. Once he was finished she flashed another smile and started to walk out with him.

"I guess I am feeling a little hungry." She mused. "I um, might have gotten a little carried away in the library at lunch time and forgot to grab something..."

She rubbed the back of her neck, embarrassed.

"Still, um," She continued, mostly to deflect her little mistake. "You know if you want me to do something like that again for when your experimenting some more I can help out then as well. Maybe I could send you the specifics of how to stabilise it so you can do it yourself..."

As they walked and she talked, she mostly kept her attention on Sazz, so much so, she didn't realise the school hallways they were walking through seemed...longer, both in front of them and behind them, so much so that the nearest door wasn't even in eyesight.

Wednesday came to a stop along with him, tilting her head questioningly until she realied the reason.

"Oh...oh no..."

She immediately went to the nearest window, and upon checking, realised the glass appeared fog over, to the point where practically nothing passed the glass was visible. She then went to the door to the nearest classroom, but as she grasped the knob and turned the door didn't move a millimetre, as if the entire thing was fixed in place.

The colour drained from her face, eye going wide. Frodo's head poked out from the bag and the cat hissed. Something was very wrong.

She doesn't respond right away, too busy glancing from one side of the hall to the other, her panic clearly growing with every passing moment.

"We...we need to leave, we need to leave now."

Exactly how they were going to do that was something she was still in the process of deciding, clearly trying to sort their options in her mind. She swallowed, looked to be steeling herself for a moment. And then, she did something Sazz would never have seen her do before.

She yanked her eyepatch right off her eye.

Immediately a deep, sickly green light burst from her eye socket, like a murky torch shining from within a pit. Immediately her expression shifted to one of absolute terror, entire body shivering as she stared down in the direction that they were walking. It was there, whatever the thing she could see was in that direction, imperceptible to the demon's eyes. It took her a moment to force her hands back to her face to pull the patch over her eye again, and as soon as it was covered she was gasping for air, breathing deep as she regained control of herself.

"T-this way, come on."

She immediately started back the way they'd come from, slinging her backpack into her arms to start rooting around for something as she moved.

Wednesday moved as quickly as her skinny legs would carry her without tripping over, any explanation for what was going one would have to wait. Her thoughts were too preoccupied to consider much else. She'd gotten too comfortable, too complacent. She thought she'd been careful, kept herself hidden, kept her defences up for the beast to stay off her scent but clearly that wasn't the case.

She eventually stopped her rummaging. Trying to stand her ground here was pointless. they needed an exit. Now. She abruptly dropped down to one knee, the tips of her fingers beginning to glow with arcane power as she began to draw a glyph on the ground. If she could get the transport symbol down fast enough then they could-

There was a sudden jolt, the ground suddenly lifting up under them, causing the witch to yelp in panic as the spell she'd been scribing fizzled away. The hallway they stood in was starting to lift- no, bend, as if some sort of weight was pushing down in the centre of the hall behind them. Barely a moment passed before the ground they stood on began to shift, sliding back towards the creature that terrified the witch so much.

Its presence was now tangible enough for Sazz to get a glimpse. The middle of the hallway seemed to shimmer and blur, both sides of the hallway pulling inside the space it occupied, like an invisible black hole that was slowly devouring everything around it.

Frodo clung to one of the lockers lining the walls, and Wednesday followed suit. With one frail hand gripping the metal handle, the other started to draw again, much more rushed this time, quickly scribbling the teleport symbol on the ground.

"H-hold onto me!" She yelled, frantic.