Predictable F. Yun-Xin Closed

One could call it instinct, possibly paranoia... or maybe it was just the fact that she knew how First Years behaved because without fail they always had the exact same tendencies year after year. There was no such thing as a unique experience after all. The first few weeks of school especially were always teeming with the young one's wanting a moment to properly explore the massive castle with no classes or restrictions; overly confident in their own ability to keep hidden from any teachers, head students prefects that might be patrolling the halls. Granted, Illowy was neither a Prefect nor a Head Girl, but she wasn't worried about it. In all her years she'd only ever been "caught" once and that was while she was trying to retrieve a first year from her own house. There was a quiet understanding amongst many of the prefects, mostly those involved in the incident years prior, that Illowy especially wouldn't venture out into the castle at night for anything less then a good reason; and that reason was usually to protect.

Those mostly mean shepherding the ballsy little lambs back to their respective Houses and leaving them with a word of warning before they got caught by someone who actually mattered.

Many of the younger students weren't aware of how dangerous these halls were. What lurked in the darkness and would maim or kill without a second thought. It didn't care how young you were, how talented you were with a wand, all it took was one small miscalculation and you were in trouble. The kind of trouble that made a week of detention sound like a pleasure cruise.

The Sixth Year moved silently through the corridors, keeping close to the shadows as she listened hard for any sign for anyone else that wasn't suppose to be there. By this point, Illowy knew the corridors like the back of her hand, trusting in her memory of the school's layout to guide her without the use of light from her wand. Strange to think she had only two more years left of this guarddog lifestyle she'd accustomed herself to.

To be frank, Illowy wasn't someone one might want to run into in the dark. With nothing but shadows and whatever moonlight might shine in, it wouldn't be difficult to nearly mistake the girl for one of the school's many ghosts. Her pale skin and icy blue stare were starkly contrasted by her long dark waves of hair. Her gaze alone had garnered some reputation that when she looked at a person, she hardly seemed to be looking at them; it was more like she was looking through them. In addition, she was reputably cold and tactless; no nonsense type, especially when she perceived the situation to be possibly dangerous... that might've been where the paranoia came in. There weren't many situations involving darkness that Illowy didn't automatically assume was a dangerous one.

The young witch froze where she was near a pillar when she thought she heard the sound of quiet footsteps approaching in the hall, pressing herself back against the wall as she tried to determine if it was her target, or someone of actual authority. Hidden in the shadow, she leaned ever so slightly around the stone too see exactly what she'd expected; a young student wandering about cluelessly. Another point for her.

Pushing herself from the wall, Illowy stepped fully into the corridor, "Shouldn't you be in bed?" she questioned, her tone quiet and cold.