Jessica didn't believe it until she saw the bind of silk covering the window, so thick that the mountain view was no longer visible. Subsequently, after being told there was no escape, she entered the panic, searching for one. Go to the Great Hall, she'd told a group of crying first years as she made her way to the third floor. Corridors, so many damned corridors. Wand glowing, Jessica skulked her way down the hall, slowly, looking for the Gunhilda statue.