[PQ] when prayer is not enough

Phoebe I know I am good at something, I just haven't found it yet As one might expect, Phoebe was in the College, prepping it for LongNight – though she didn’t really expect any help. Her preparations would be meticulous, planned out as well as only someone with her level of anxiety over the week of darkness and terror could. So when Remi arrived and announced that he was sent to help. ”By who?” she said, putting her hands on her hips. Already she had stuffed enough snow moss under the floorboards to deaden any noise – having laid out thick layers of it under blankets on the stone floors where she could not do so. She glanced at the door at the back of the lecture hall that led out to the medicinal garden. ”It doesn’t matter really. There were two doors at the Palmer’s. If something bad is going to happen, it is going to happen. But at least the main entrance doesn’t lead directly outside like this one does.” Phoebe said. Already the windows had been boarded up, large bookcases shoved in front of them to prevent both light and sound – as well as any attempts to break in. The College would be a fortress by the time she was done.