Euan!
"Alo---alohomora!"
Rebecca felt like she was going to snap her wand in half with how frantically she was shaking it at the locked door knob. What had she done? This was a simple spell, these doors weren't even supposed to lock due to safety reasons and here she was now, stuck in a tiny cramped closet with a bucket of dirty mop water mixed with her very own vomit. It was the thing of horror stories! Just thinking about the mess she was in made her want to get ill again, but her focus on her inability to unlock the door kept her nausea at bay.
She felt like such an idiot. If Euan ever even whispered that this had happened to anyone he knew, she would have his head. Have his head. There was no slighter punishment allowed.
The tentative knock on the door made Rebecca jump, and she put a hand to her head. Rebecca didn't say a word, in case it wasn't Euan on the other side, but then she heard his voice, ushering someone else in the corridor away.
"I've jinxed it shut," she said, pressing up against the door, "I don't know what I've done!"
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