Amadea didn't always mind her Prefect patrolling. While it sometimes became tedious to always be on the watch in the corridors for anyone who might be goofing off and doing things that they weren't supposed to be doing, she sometimes enjoyed the walks. It got her in shape, at the very least, walking back and forth constantly. It also gave her a little bit of time to just think and be with herself.
Amadea was the most stereotypical introvert. She needed the time to be alone and recharge her energy, and these times patrolling often gave her time to do this. She could think about things, sing songs in her head, and just take a break from the fast pace speed that was life at Hogwarts.
Often, when she was patrolling there were not many people in the corridors with her. Maybe they were hanging out in their own common rooms or outside, but no matter where they were, they weren't in the common room. Amadea listened to the click of her shoes against the stone floor of the corridor as she walked down it, the sound echoing off of the walls. It was completely silent. While that might have freaked out someone else, it made Amadea feel more relaxed and calm. She felt more comfortable. The silence was welcoming.
As Amadea turned the corner, heading into the next corridor, Amadea was still lost in her thoughts. At first, when she heard the footsteps, she thought it might just be her own imagination. She tended to get lost in her thoughts and it made it hard to distinguish between her thoughts and what was actually happening. As Amadea focused more, she realized that she wasn't imagining the footsteps. Who else was here? While she didn't usually encounter many people while patrolling, it wasn't unheard of to see another student, so Amadea tried to reassure of this as her mind immediately assumed the worst. Maybe it was just another student...or maybe it was someone coming to kill her. Amadea shook her head at her own stupidity. Of course it wasn't anyone that was going to kill her. Hogwarts had many safety measures put in place to make sure that every student was safe. Despite this, a voice in the back of her mind whispered: It didn't stop the Masked figure.
The footsteps were quickly approaching from the other end of the corridor, so Amadea steeled herself for the person to appear. Hopefully it wasn't anyone that would be threatening her life because Amadea wasn't ready to die. "Hello?" she asked tentatively.
A human. Being.
Strength: 4 | Agility: 10 | Control: 12 | Stamina: 9