No good, it's stuck [OPEN]

[mel]

Melody Marks was nervous, kneeling on the ground, palms against the cold floor and face pressed down to the rock trying to peer under. No one was in the bathroom of course, it was far past time to be up, but Melody had a problem. Mel had let her dumb self stop watching the paper for a moment, not even that, a millasecond, to get her pen up from the floor. Then it was gone. She had enchanted the paper to fly off when she was done, but she wasn't done yet.
"Darn it! Oh father will be so pissed if I don't write him and I don't want anyone to read it" She hissed to herself, slapping her palm to the ground, looking under the portrait, hoping the paper slipped through a crack and gotten into the bathroom.

Huffing, she got to her feet and glared, before kicking the door. Only then did she hear the sound of something coming near and she ripped around to see who would be in the hall passed curfew, other than her.

[Morgana Hydra Gaunt]

Morgana rubbed her eyes tiredly, scratching the side of her cheek with the ring her father had given her. She looked down at it and passed a finger over the scarlet gem. Meggy sighed softly to herself and continued to trudge gloomily down the corridor. She had spent all day in bed because of a severe headache, thus missing both meals. Therefore she was on her way downstairs to the kitchen. Morgana was distracted and she jumped out of her skin when she heard a door being kicked, followed by a blonde mass of hair emerging from the prefect's bathroom. Morgana felt her heart skip a beat and she stopped dead in her tracks. The girl spun around and to her relief it was not a prefect, but Melody Marks... a Slytherin girl in her year.