Another Day

[Jacey Fraser]

It was past midnight, and Kirsten had just entered inside of the school. She had been out for most of the day and was only now returning to the sanctuary of the dark dungeons of Beuxbatons Academy. A few torches were all that light the small dark hallways she was now walking down, as there were no windows to speak of as far as the eye could see.

Leaning against the cold stone wall, Kirsten let her eyes scan the dark corridors. Her eyes had become accustom to the dime light and she could now see without a problem. Pushing her hair out of her eyes, Kirsten pushed herself off of the wall. It seemed as though their wasn't a single living thing roaming around the castle, but then again Kirsten could blame them.

Dressed in a short black ruffled skirt, Kirsten wore as well a black halter top and strappy black sandals. She wore a cape over top with the hood drawn over her head so no one could see who she was. Yet then again, she was probably unnoticeable against the shadows. The only sound that could be heard was the light ticking sound of the heels of her shoes against the stone floor.

[Ron Weasley]

Ron was patrolling the corridors when he heard the sound of someone walking.
"Lumos," he whispered and the end of his wand gave out a powerful light. He pointed it ahead of him and saw a figure dressed in black with it's hood up. He couldn't tell who it was.
"Who are you and what are you doing out of bed?" he said clearly and sounding a lot more calm then he really was.

[Soleil La'Everard]

Plagued with a restless mind, Soleil wasn't able to sleep. So, what do you do when you need to clear your mind? Walk. To bad it was past midnight and it was against school policy to be out of your respective common room at night. But who actually cared about the rules? That's what I thought. She quickly pulled on a pair of black jeans, then swapped her night shirt for a 'The Number 12 Looks Like You' t-shirt. After tieing the laces to her clunky black boots, she finally out in the hallway making her way to an unknown destination.

Her meandering had left her in the dungeons. She really didn't know how she had gotten there, but she was there. Shrugging off the fact that she heard a faint sound of clicking, Soleil kept walking, her own boots making heavy thuds when she stepped. This she fully regretted, now wishing she was wearing slippers, or nothing at all. As her eyes hadn't quite adjusted, she could barely see a thing. The lingering thought of lighting her wand was tempting, but to risky. A teacher would be sure to see, and that would mean trouble.

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