Neurosis

Coyota ducked inside the trophy room, her heart racing to the point where it felt like someone had practically injected it with sugar, and her breathing was getting increasingly heavier. She took a couple more steps into the room, and almost immediately, every breath became ragged and sharp. The girl's wheezing only increased her state of panic.

She backed up against one of the glass cases as her breath slowly returned to something resembling that belonging to a normal person. And as that faded away, silent tears took their place, blurring her sight, and clearing her head. The Slytherin's hand gripped the trophy case's corner as she closed her eyes, trying to breathe and fight off the tears, but they continued to slip down her cheeks.

She didn't know what it was that had caused this. She was just walking down the corridor, and it filled with people, walking out of their classes, as ordinary as any other day. Whether it was whispers in the crowd, one or two people throwing her questionable glances, or the glistening of metal she saw at one point sticking out of someone's book bag, something had set her off. Although it was irrational, and although there was no way it could be true, Coyota felt like- No, she knew, that she was going to die. It was a friendly reminder that even though she was safe now, her fears would haunt her forever.

Bridget walked slowly out of her Transfiguration class, she was feeling a little deflated because she couldn't manage to do the switching spell, she wasn't the only one, a few others had trouble though the young girl was begining to think she was hopless at magic, it took her ages of studying to master basic spells

She was kind of excited that potions was next, as she walked down the steps to the ground floor and made a right turn, one she thought would lead her to the dungeons she suddenly noticed she was in the Trophy room. The blonde girl released a long sigh, she still hadn't learnt the lay out of this place

Something then caught Bridgets eye, it was an older girl, perhaps in her fifth year, she was near a trophy case, and her eyes were closed. The Hufflepuff then slowly made her way towards her, as she did she noticed she was crying

"Oh.. um excuse.. are you alright?" the young girl asked in a soft tone

Coyota stood up quickly, pressing the edge of her palms into her eyes to try and stop with tears. That's what you were supposed to do, right? Apply pressure to the wound and it would stop the bleeding. Wasn't this basically the same?

She sighed at the sound of a younger girl trying to talk to her. Peeling her hands off of her eyes, she responded to the girl in a subdued tone that came out far more hostile than she had intended it to, "Believe me, I'm fine."

She looked the girl up and down for a moment, then swiftly walked out of the room. Of course, she felt a little bad for being so rude to the girl, but there was something about her that really set Coyota off, and she could not have another panic attack. Not around someone she hardly even knew.