Harriet was completely and totally oblivous of you, which, initially, seemed like a very, very good thing.
Then she stepped inwards, her Purple high heeled shoe floating over you, the shoe's sole, from your perspective, stretching on seemingly forever...and you then make the decision to run like hell, trying to get out from under the eclipsed light of the god-like rabbit's foot...
And you would, maybe, have barely been able to clear her stride, if not for your tripping over some of the thick carpeting. Oh-so close to safety, MC was cast into complete and total darkness, their eyes going wide with terror as the sky crashed down...
Harriet was somewhat tired due from her class, and was simply quite happy to have gotten into her office for some privacy for now...and then she heard a crunching sound. She let out a confused "hmm?" and, sitting down on a victorian style armchair, turning her shoe over...and seeing a strange, red smeer on the bottom of her shoe.
"Damnit, don't tell me I have bugs in here? I'll have to get maintence to check the place for them I suppose...
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