Minerva McGonagall (5/17)
It begins with scratching. Not like the previous day, no. this is more marked, far more decided. Harsh. It could almost be mistaken as someone trying to claw their way through the wall itself... except that moment never comes.
Help us, Professor, they call. Sad, frightened. The voice whispers between the scratching as it comes faster, and faster. Please? Professor, don't leave us here.