Drink, Rattle, and Roll (open)

Three times it was said. You had to pace three times in front of the damned blank wall on the seventh floor. Indi chuckled as she stumbled and half crashed against the blank wall she had been wandering in front of for the last half hour. She turned around and slumped to the ground, giggling silently before she took another swig from the stainless steel flask she had brought with her by tucking it into her boot. Her other boot held a matching, but empty one. It had been full about two hours ago, full of lemon meringue pie flavored moonshine. The second one was about two thirds full of apple cider flavored moonshine.

”Just three times, Just three bloody times, they said,” she said in a mocking British accent, which was pretty bad considering the state she was in. Indiana stared at the flask for a moment. She was about to take another drink when she could have sworn she saw her brothers face for a moment in the reflective metal. She threw the flask across the floor, knowing that it could draw the attention of a teacher or, what did they call them? Prefects and Head Boy and Girl. A single tear spilled out of her eye and rolled down her cheek before she wiped it away and began to laugh, a hollow distant laugh. She needed to clean up her act before someone did find her; no one could see her like this.

She stood up, a bit unsteadily, bracing herself against the wall. Indi finally made it back to the middle of the hall just as footsteps echoed down the hall. She pulled herself together and thought desperately. The last thing she needed was to be caught out of bed after hours, drunk. She began pacing again, but this time silently pleading for an escape from whomever was coming around the corner.

”Come on you stupid wall, do whatever it is you do. Come on.” An odd rumbling noise cause her to stop and look at the wall only to find that a wooden door had appeared. ”God I love magic,” said said, pushing the door open and walking inside, not bothering with shutting the door behind her. The American was too stunned by what she saw inside to remember the door. She had heard it was a disappearing room, not a disappearing music room. But there before her was a grand piano, all shiny and new, and her guitar on it’s stand with a stool. She slowly walked further into the room, seemingly mesmerized by what she saw before her. Any thoughts of her brother began to melt away as she reached out to run a hand along the shiny black lip of the piano.