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Once most everyone else had finished their debate and chosen their doors, Aymet let them disappear out of sight before he too slipped through the door on the right. It felt dangerous. It felt right.

Revenge was kind of his thing.

Sometimes, he thought, and he had to admit he’d formed part of this opinion at least because of the strange dreams of Wonderland. You had to take the path that didn’t seem as safe. He was left with the strangest feeling that something was unfinished.

Last time there had been a black door, well, yes it had been in what he wasn’t entirely sure had been a proper dream, even if he had woken again in his dorm.

He watched others choose between the doors, fingers curling cautiously and pondered what he might find on the other side… and WHOM he might find on the other side.

It could be nothing, It could be everything.

After Wonderland, it might very well be the death of him, who knew.

He cast a look at the familiar faces there about and gave a small shrug as though to say ‘You don’t have to chose this one, but… this is where I am going’, with a flick of his wings and opened the Black door

Brenley was followed after about ten minutes. It was either luck, coincidence, or Piper just felt like seeing what the big fuss about. Things that interested him tended to be things that did not interest her quite as much, but it was very hard not to be intrigued by a big, black, practically throbbing with evil door.

More than that, though, was the promise of revenge she felt behind it. Power. And like it or not, she really wanted some.

(It was a familiar door anyway, and if revenge meant gutting a queen, well . . .)

Fluffing her hair, the mage strode through the black door, touching the jug at her hip for reassurance.

Never one to look a gift zombie in the mouth, Belladonna was quite content to be doted and clung to. There was a deal of acting she put on for show, fussing about when Mort fussed over her, but it was quickly put away when the witch was satisfied he would refuse her protestations that she was perfectly fine. So she instead reveled in the attention and might have played up how badly she felt just to keep him so concerned a little longer. Wicked, perhaps, but quite a lot of fun in the end.
Of course, she quickly grew a bit stir crazy and begged for a walk around campus in search of something to do and was rewarded not only with her wish but also a set of doors. Those, of course, came after the witch patted Mort's arm and spoke highly of this mysterious gift.
"I am sure I will absolutely love it... Whenever I receive it." She was not actually pushing, she was just... Very curious.

The doors were much curioser and thus drew her attention about the same time they drew Mort's.
"I am... Not hallucinating, correct? Those are two erratically appearing doors?" Well, this was odd but she really was used to odd by this point. This was Amityville, home of oh look a thing let's investigate. Really, she shouldn't be surprised.

Remi arrived fashionably late, as usual.

Though he didnt stick around for long, choosing the follow certain individuals through the black door.

"Nope, see 'em too." And one was exuding an evil air that made him shy away. He had enough whispers in his head without adding more that tempted him, and just to be sure he clutched Belladonna's hand tighter. "Should we investigate? Mort asked, turning to her with a curious look. Did this have something to do with her dream?