Moving photos were beginning to show on the walls of the corridors, so Sabrina was really hoping that she was heading to the magical staircases. She happened to love them, actually. That could be a part of her that wanted to be a daredevil, but the adrenaline she got when she was really high up was sort of an addicting feeling. She didn't mind it. Perhaps, she should try out for the Quidditch team when she is able. She could see herself enjoying riding a broom quite a bit.
But, alas, she was no where near the magical staircases. Actually, she was quite the opposite way. She turned the corner, coming to another long, neverending hallway. A groan emitted from her as she threw her head back, leaning up against the wall. Out of all the people in the school, how did she happen to be the one to get incredibly lost? She assumed that at some point she would find her way back, but she really didn't want to be wandering around aimlessly for yet another hour. What was the point if there was a chance she might end up never getting back? Maybe if she stayed in one spot, someone would be able to find her and lend her a hand on getting back to the Great Hall, at least. Even better, the Gryffindor common room.
today you are the fire
& tomorrow you will be the sea.