Day 1: Portal Creation: Time-lapse

Floors of white marble, it was clear the building held its age. Tugging on her hoodie when passing the groupings. Head ducked down as her walk quickened. Two glass doors slid slowly to the left and right as a blue light welcomed her. Rows of books passed leading to a small table with one chair. Removing the hoodie, her dark hair bounced around, as glasses fell. Picking them up she noticed black boots on approach. She sat down pulling out a silver laptop. Glancing to her left extra tables and chairs with other members staring into the screens of various devices. The blue lights giving way to the black boots, tailored dark pants, a buttoned shirt, an aged face. Two golden yellow trimmings on the jacket, a security officer.

She offered a soft smile. The officer stopped at her desk. Does this belong to you?

A white note held between his fingers. That’s not mine, she thought. With her hand outstretched she accepted the paper. What if they find out I don’t belong. I better accept it.

The man’s eyebrows furrowed. Was it wrong to accept a note? No movement or eye contact from the others. Only hollow stomps as the officer left.

Unravelling the note’s intricately folded design, like an envelope and letter in one.

You do not belong magic bearer.

Someone was aware of what she already suspected. Unless someone saw the portal she fell through. Coordinates on screen bleeped the location of her ship.