Boggarts/Medieval RP

Maeva
Maeva wasn't much of a wanderer, but she had recently realized she was going on her sixth year of Hogwarts - and she hadn't known anything about the castle. She found herself down in the dungeons out of guilt more than anything, but regardless, she was there. Despite lighting her wand, the darkness seemed to envelope her, and she almost tripped on something.

"Lumos Maxima,"


 * Her voice was a touch shaky.

At her feet was a prone form. Parchment colored dress. Diaphanous and flowing with long sleeves and thin layers. Brown hair, spread across the floor. Pale skin, rosy cheeks, long nose, full lips... coated with blood. She kept coughing, and coughing, and coughing.

Maeva kneeled down in order to see the girls face, try to think of a spell she could use to help, though she doubted she would have the ability to speak. It took her a moment to register that that was her face...

Her face. Looking so terrified, and betrayed. Maeva reached out, trying to comfort the girl, but she passed right through. The girl looked up - looked right through Maeva - glancing everywhere with wide eyes. She was forced to lay her head down again when she was racked with another set of coughing. More violent this time. Maeva didn't even realize she was crying, mistaking her sobs for the girl's.