Who: Ceridwyn and Leroy When: Sunday morning Why: Ceridwyn spent the night in the trick staircase. Rated: PG probably.
Ceridwyn was cold, hungry and dirty. She had barely slept solely on the fact that she only had her cloak to cover her up, and she could feel a cold coming on. Coughing, she tried to hold it in so she could hear if anyone was walking by. Ceri had been obviously the last one to use this staircase, she had thought they fixed the step, but apparently she was wrong, and now she was paying for it. Her allergies were flaring up and he nose was stuffy, and she was pretty sure that she was surrounded by spiders and insects but she was too afraid to light up the small area to see. One bug was okay, but the amount of insects that could fill this small damp area was frightening.
Her stomach rumbling she coughed again, she would definitely have to go to the hospital wing after this. Foot steps were at the top of the stairs and she could hear them over head. So she yelled. "Help! Please!", Ceri croaked, which reminded her that she needed water. "I'm under here."