It was dark. There weren't dark places in the Leaky Cauldron, how was it dark?
Miranda had been busy running around, trying to help Mortimer at the bar and at the same time, trying to make sure the floo fireplace was clean, and the real fireplace was clean too, and that required an actual broom because Miranda was really, really shoddy at cleaning spells and would rather do it by hand. So, she'd been digging into the broom closet when the earthquake struck, and had been hurled forward into the small space.
Being hurled into a small, cramped space meant there wasn't much room to avoid smacking into things. Miranda had knocked her head so hard on the back wall of the closet that it immediately brought tears to her eyes and she felt her whole body shake with the pain. They were rolling down her cheeks by the time she dropped to the floor, and it was then that all the bloody equipment that was stored in there toppled onto her. Her mother had been begging her to clean out the closet this whole week, and Miranda wanted to kick herself for being lazy.
The door had shut behind her, and that's why it was dark. Miranda sat in the darkness, feeling that if she moved, everything would just repeat itself and she'd be buried under even more hard and heavy. She didn't know how long she'd been in there when she heard someone calling her name. Were they really? Who would be coming in here to look for her, if not her parents? Or brothers.
Or Ralph!
"Ralph--" she tried to let out, but Miranda coughed up the name and curled into herself. Her chest really hurt, it hurt to talk, it hurt to breathe (that's what that wheezing sound was--). How was he going to find her in here? Miranda's tears struck again and daring herself to be braver, pushed out her leg and kicked at the door weakly. Her legs hurt too.
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