Lyra and Hannah
The moment the world gained an emerald glow, Lyra knew that there was something very wrong. She had been out again, sneaking around outside by the animal pins and sketching. It was a warm evening and not so strange for students to sneak around, making out or just enjoying the balmy evening. Hell, she'd just saw a Hufflepuff boy on her walk over and chatted with him a bit before parting ways. It was why this seemed so strange and sudden. But it was unmistakable what that glow meant and where it came from.
The Dark Mark.
She fought the panic that bubbled deep within. She needed to get to the school, and so she ran. With her sketchbook clutched under arm, she moved as fast as she could to the front doors, slipping inside just before they closed. She saw the chaos of people moving and before she could stop it, she was being pushed along with the rest of the crowd, shoved towards the stairs until she was in front of the Gryffindor commons. At least she couldn't imagine a safer place than the house of the brave. So she went in quickly and looked around.
There were students from all the houses, younger and older within, many looking scared and quite a few being comforted by their friends. She looked for Bella, but she wasn't there, and neither was Ash. It seemed silly to think of him, but he made her feel safe after the attack at the quidditch cup. Merlin, she hoped that he was alright as well. Lost in her thoughts, she tripped and knocked into one of the older Gryffindor girls she knew named Hannah. "Sorry. Are you alright?"