All In My Head?

Isolde hesitated for a moment, clearly unsure how to respond. "Alright, if you're sure," she finally said, her voice tinged with reluctance. "But if you need anything, don't hesitate to ask."

I gave a curt nod, watching as she turned and walked back toward the common room. As she disappeared from sight, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. Why would Isolde suddenly be so concerned about me?

Pushing these thoughts aside, I decided to head to my room. Maybe some solitude would help me piece together the fragments of my memory. The corridors were empty, a stark contrast to the usual hustle and bustle. My footsteps echoed softly as I made my way down the hall.

Once inside my room, I locked the door and sank onto the edge of my bed, trying to make sense of the events. I was certain we had just completed the Phantom Chamber yesterday, yet everyone else seemed convinced it hadn't happened yet. Had I really imagined it?