These Walls, They Talk Closed

Some students spent most of their free time over at the Quidditch Pitch, playing gobstones, or studying. Alina found herself, at least of lately, working on the map that she started in her First Year at Hogwarts.

When she first got to Hogwarts, she wondered why no map was given to First Years and that got her to taking up the project for herself. It wasn't until she began creating such map that she realized exactly why no one had done so - because it was near impossible.

Staircases shifted. Some would move regularly while others would stay in one place for DAYS! Some doors would appear one day, but gone another. Some rooms appeared bigger in one moment, smaller in the next. Was that broom closet on the fourth floor always there? She wasn't sure.

Still, she set out to make the most accurate map she could despite all these shifts and changes in the castle and her map was something that she was rather proud of! She was walking along the Second Floor corridors, head down at the parchment in her hands, when her uniform skirt got caught on the edge of a suit of amour lining the edge of the hall. "Excuse you, Sir! That is NO way to treat a lady!" she said jokingly.

Before she could even take a step back though to unhook herself, a voice could be heard from above. "Unhand the fair maiden, you beast!" and another to the left. "How dare you!" and soon there was a commotion going on as the portraits all started to get into an uproar about her comment which was just meant to be a joke! Oh, what did she get herself into?