The Morning Stars Closed

Alex looked around, refusing to meet Simon's eyes. It was something she wasn't too good at. Probably from fighting with her mother. The thought of her mother had popped into her head, causing her to shake her head, trying to get her mind off of her. Simon was still talking, so she looked over at him in hopes he didn't notice.

'Herbology? I didn't peg him for the type,' she thought to herself before she moved a few loose strands of hair from her face, blinking a few times afterwards. "So, you like Herbology? I think it's my favourite class so far. I know that it's only my first year, and I have a lot more classes to take, but I've always loved herbs and spices in the... muggle world, so why not pick Herbology here as a favourite? That's crazy, probably. Picking a favourite based on what I know about a different world," Alex blabbed before sighing, taking a break finally.

She looked around the hallway and sighed from amazement. She never truly got a chance to take in the details of the corridors and just everything. The chiselled interior that caused a delicate pattern along the walls, floors and ceilings, and the columns. She walked around Simon so she could run her hand along the wall. "Say... Simon? Do you think the walls of the castle were made to be so... were made to have such a strange texture and terrain? Or, do you think they chiselled the stone so it might have some sort of message if you looked closely? Wow, that sounds even crazier..."

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"Nothing would surprise me around here," he said truthfully. "Down in the basement there's a broom cupboard that I believe has been on one side of the Potions storeroom one time and then switched to the other side another one of my ventures that way. Now, granted, I could have been mistaken but I don't know...." and then there were things like the enchanted ceiling of the Great Hall and the moving staircases. "Sometimes I think it's like Hogwarts has a mind of it's own sometimes."

He then thought of some of the other odd areas within the castle itself. "I wouldn't be surprised. I mean, think of all the secrets that Hogwarts probably holds. There's the secret passageways and then the Chamber of Secrets, who knows what else is out there." And Simon still wasn't able to understand how magical portraits worked. They moved, they talked, they - in essence - had some sort of personality and yet they weren't 'real' in the sense of him or Alex Douglas.

"Might be a good theory to test someday," he said as he looked to her. If she wanted someone on board to help with such findings, he wouldn't mind being her assistant on that. Surely, in the process, perhaps they could find themselves some other hidden secrets that Hogwarts had.

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