<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/KVC11AV.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Suzanne Wilder<br/><strong>Student ID: </strong>OS598-7117<br/><strong>Age/Year: </strong>18 / Freshman<br/><strong>Area of Study:</strong>Sorcery 101<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Basement, fleeing<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Olivia, OPEN<br/><hr/><br/>Safety was short-lived.<br/><br/>Suzanne let go of Olivia's hand when they'd made it into this room -- probably alchemy, she also decided, it looked like her chemistry teacher's classroom from high school -- and just about when she was ready to suggest that they could look for all of the other things on the list here, something impacted against the door with enough force to rattle every piece of glassware on the shelves.  Suzanne was startled enough to leap nearly a foot in the air, whirling around and catching herself on Olivia's shoulder.  In the next moment, Olivia had taken that steadying hand and dragged her into another closed-off dark space...<br/><br/>... a very cramped, closed-in, sealed-off dark space.  An involuntary part of her mind remembered a game of Seven Minutes in Heaven, a few years ago, but the more pressing part of her awareness was insisting hide, hide, hide, stop breathing, make the scary mannequin monster thing stop being there.  She was hiding, but she couldn't stop breathing, so she instead made the best of her situation: wrapping one arm around Olivia (the other was trapped behind her by a wayward broom) and squeezing for dear life.  Maybe people could be security blankets, too?<br/><br/>The one-armed tight hug -was- comforting.