Emmeline wasn't very good under stress, she tended to think too much, and that got her spells jumbled and mixed up and basically made life that much harder. She backed away from the door after she thought she'd effectively locked it shut and pressed the button--just to have it open.
"Damn it--" she muttered, going through the steps that McGonagall had showed them earlier that day. She could do the magic, she knew, but it was the panic of being caught and--if someone realized she was wandering around in robes and not in the program, well, that could get her in enough trouble alone, besides the fact that she was trying to help in the assassination of the minister of magic.
One last swish, and another attempt to open---the doors didn't budge. Emmeline let her shoulders drop in relief, and began toward the stairwell.
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