Her hair trailed behind her. She had let it grow out over the years, it now reached just above her waist. She was thinking of cutting it all off, growing tired of the effort she had to put into it every morning to try and untangle it. She whipped her head around, looking behind her. So far she had seen no one. Most of the time the corridors were packed, she had never seen them this empty.
The emptiness was unsettling, it made her anxious. Maybe something had happened. An image of the masked man flew into her mind. She had been attacked by him not to long ago, and he had managed to set her alight. She shuddered as she remembered the encounter. It had scared the life out of her. Before then she had thought Hogwarts was one of the safest places in the world, but now she was not so sure. With students getting attacked left and right she was sure one of them was going to get seriously hurt, or killed.
Pushing the thought out of her mind, she skidded round a corner. A moment later she felt her body hit something, and the force knocked her off her feet. She fell to the ground. A gasp of surprise left her lips. She looked up, expecting to see a wall. She blinked in shock as she realized it was a person she had run into.
You see? Even death has a heart.