It's a rough first day

You spend a few hours in bed, mourning the life you left behind and generally feeling extremely sorry for yourself. Still, eventually your tears run out, and although your head feels like it's stuffed with cotton you get up and make your way to the bathroom.

You realise the sky is already starting to darken, and it must be almost time for dinner - you don't have much of an appetite, but your stomach is cramping and you know you need to get out of this room. Besides, now that you think about it, you're curious to meet the other people in this house - your future flatmates, apparently.

You shower again, which helps you clear your head a bit, and pop on the same dress you were wearing before Aunt Lydia's entrance earlier. You style your hair as best you can and, satisfied, you're good to go. It's 6.20, which means you have a bit of time to wonder around in search of the fabled dining room. How big is this house, anyway?

As you reach for the door knob, you feel yourself flush out of nowhere, your knees going weak as your body heats up and something inside you tightens. You moan quietly and debate whether you can just ignore it and go anyway, but... Aunt Lydia did make a point to tell you not to...

You don't have much time, but you also don't have much choice.