Roselle stared as witches and wizards passed her, running through the wall. She couldn't bring herself to run through, the closest she got to it, was feeling determined, but her legs never budged. She stared on, hoping the wall would just eat her whole and pop her out on the other side, whatever that side held, when an awful thought occurred to her. She looked terrified at the thought of it actually being her punishment instead of a place to hone her skills.