Her own voice echoed through her ears. She should feel ridiculous. Realistically it was probably one of Rose’s creatures but the sound of footsteps scrambling towards her door had her backing into the furthest wall. She was no good in a defensive situation. While some flight she only knew stunned fear. The knock at the door pushed her senses back forward. The cause of her fear was winning and she was letting them. She was acting like a scared child. If they were truly watching her then she needed to keep calm. Isn’t that how you warded off bullies? You had to play dead until they got bored. It hadn’t worked for the Carrows but nothing did when it came to them.
She crept slowly towards the door, skirting around the abandoned doll and accessories. She pressed her face against the cool wood of her bedroom door, listening for any clue as to who was on the other side. Be Rose. Be Rose. Be Rose. “Hello?”