It was after breakfast time. Lorraine had just gotten out her pointe shoes, it'd been weeks since she wore it, and to be honest, she kind of missed it. Sure, the ballroom was empty, she didn't want to with anybody yet, but something about it just has a sort of effect on her.
Lorraine took off her school shoes and was lacing on her flats when she heard something outside, something that crashed, a student? A staff? A house-elf?
She crossed the room quietly, not wanting to let slide that someone was in there. Looked around but nothing seemed to be there, how... odd.
She'd taken enough strolls to know that there were lots of ghosts in Hogwarts, but it seemed that ghosts don't often enter the ballroom. Feeling a little scared, Lorraine stood up and pointed her feet, trying to take her mind of things.
She did a pirouette, spinning gracefully and still on one foot, attempted to do a tour en l'air but lost balance mid-air. It seems as though she had lost some of her balance for the past few weeks, she used to do this impeccably and perfectly. Then...
Footsteps...
She was right. She wasn't the only one here.
