A large bed sits in the center of the room, the bedspread ripped and scorched by stray spells. There's a hole at the foot of the bed and the window shattered. Blood is all over the floor, and the scent is foul. The roof cascades dust into the air and a huge accumulation stings the eyes. An oak chest of drawers lay on its side, wood splintered into pieces.
A huge flaming dragon would jam it's burning head through the ceiling, and begin snapping at anyone in the room. Droplets of flame from it would fall to the floor, and begin burning, turning into smaller burning dragons, which would begin moving towards those still in the room.
OOC:Those in the room are:
Madam Meghan Bláthnat
Professor Evander Diomedes
If you do not exit down to the next floor, or otherwise escape, you will be burnt and killed.