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Charlotte walked through the empty corridors, her robes whooshing behind her, trying to find somewhat of cosy space. Her hair danced around her face as she looked around and Charlotte tucked it gently behind her ear.
Every step she made resonated in the corridor, and when she noticed, tip-toed, trying to make as little noise as possible. Was she allowed here? She didn't know. She brushed her hair out of her face as she entered the room.
Without even looking around, she sat down on the wooden bench and closed her eyes as the warmth of the room got to her. She took a deep breath and opened her eyes slowly.

As per usual, she had eaten as fast as she could, impatient to be alone. She wasn't that introverted but enjoyed silence from time to time. Charlotte still hadn't noticed that she wasn't alone and opened her bag old-fashion bag, looking for her pencil and her worn out sketchbook. She had sworn herself to draw more this year despite the overwhelming amount of homework and reading she had to do. Her legs crossed, she started sketching out the old window in front of her but didn't feel quite satisfied. The window was undetailed, colourless and didn't give Charlotte the inspiration she thought it would.

She glanced around the room, trying to look for more interesting things to draw and froze, her mouth open. 'How did I not notice that I wasn't alone' as she gulped, biting her lip.
She cleared her throat and mumbled awkwardly 'I'm so sorry, I -- I didn't want to bother you.'

Shelby was walking down the hallway hurriedly, her hair in two puffs and wearing her black robes. Sweat lined her forehead, mostly from running around the castle for the past half hour. Her eyes were trained out the floor, ignoring any staring eyes or murmurs of passing people. She'd just saw something horrendous and everyone just acted normal. No one cared, and it was terrifying Shelby, right to her core.

She glanced up just in time to see that she was nearing the Study Room. Perfect, she thought. Somewhere to hide while things get sorted out. Shelby quickly ran over to the door, taking a deep breath before opening the door slowly. 

There were a few students gathered inside, enough that Shelby had to make herself look calm as possible but one could see the fear in her eyes. She clutched her books close to her body, closing the door behind her. She dropped her quill on the floor, bending over to pick it up before going to sit down in an unoccupied seat farthest from the door.

Shelby let her things fall onto the table, scooping them into the neatest pile. She looked up and noticed someone she knew. "Hey, Charlotte, didn't see you there!" Her voice came out a little too loudly, making her flinch but she still grinned at her friend. 

Charlotte stood up silently and headed towards the nearest desk. She put her notebook back in her bag and got out her notebook, her favourite quill and her ink. She stared at her blank paper, not knowing what to write. Charlotte bent down and opened her bag to get her book of Defence against the Dark arts. Although she surprisingly did not have any homework to do now, she decided to go over the next chapter quickly but was quickly interrupted when she heard a familiar voice behind her.

"Hey, Charlotte, didn't see you there!"

Charlotte turned around and saw, sitting at a desk in front of her, Shelby Clark a girl she had met earlier in the common room. She looked at her and waved gently.
'Hi Shelby!' she whispered as quietly as she could.

Charlotte took all her stuff in one hand, her bag in the other and sat down next to Shelby, leaving a few desks between them. She didn't want her to think she was invading her personal space. The room fell slowly back into deep silence just as Charlotte opened her book and all she could hear was the gentle scratch of the quill on her parchment. She wondered when the two other girls were going to realise they were no longer alone but Charlotte didn't feel like interrupting them either.