OPEN Roaming...

Very blight light flooded into the stone floor of the corridor at Hogwarts as the sun faded through the high arched windows. This was true for an ancient school. A more still silence replaced the usual hustle and bustle of students en route to their classes during the day. The walls were covered in tapestries that showed mythical creatures and ancient battles, their threads softened by centuries of dust and magic. There was a slight scent of old stone and the residual sweetness of enchanted cleaning products.

While walking down the corridor, Aurette's boots ruffled over the floor. Her black hair was loose today, moving with ease as she moved, and a few of it flickered through the sun like spun obsidian. Her attention was not directed in one direction, but rather she was utilizing the unusually large space of time between her classes.

Her leather bound sketchbook was worn and frayed on the edge, and she would sometimes stop to admire interesting gargoyles or observe a stained-glass window. The thing she was looking at today was a small, unusually twisted vine that had emerged from mud somewhere in the wall next to an armored structure. It had a typical appearance, but Aurette was astonished by its mysterious properties, as she had been dreaming of such an idea for ages. She was heading towards a less congested area, with the intention of sitting and drawing an outline before it could be filled and crowded by students.

Inside the castle, a corridor provided insight into the day's activities: an older student group was gathered by ten windows, discussing Quidditch matches with their peers, while he and another student attempted to lift limbs on what had fallen branches, their wands flickering in unsteady. Aurette took delight in the quiet sound of it all, a backdrop to her own thoughts.