6 Oct 2024, 16:01
What's Going On Here?
Eonaria wandered through the halls of Hogwarts, thoroughly confused. She was pretty sure she lost her schedule somewhere, probably in the mess of her trunk. She would totally go back and search for it... except she didn't know how to get back. Good thing she had a map! ...except she didn't know where she was, either. Oh, delightful.
She turned yet another corner and finally spotted something she could recognize. Well, not really recognize. But she could tell it was a bathroom. She pushed the door open, hoping there might be someone in there who could tell her how to get back to the common room, only to be met with a layer of suspicious water on the floor. "...ew." Eonaria lifted her robes as she tentatively looked around. Well, definitely a bathroom. Not a very well kept one. Honestly, you'd think with so many house elves around, the bathrooms would be better. But she couldn't really blame them for not wanting to be in here.
Eonaria took a couple more steps forward, grimacing as the water sloshed into her shoes. She was definitely not going to be wearing them again once she got out. She'd rather go to class barefoot than in toilet-water-soaked shoes. Speaking of which, why was she even walking foward? She should go back. But this bathroom gave her an odd feeling, which sparked the innate Gryffindor curiosity in her. So against her better judgement, Eonaria began exploring the flooded bathroom. Her gaze first landed on the dirty, cracked mirrors of a.. how would you describe that... a hexagonal washing station? She had never seen something like that before. She peered closer at one of the sinks, noting a tiny snake engraved into one of the handles. Maybe some Slytherins hung out here or something. But she couldn't imagine any posh Slytherin enduring this terrible environment. Suddenly, she gained an uneasy feeling. That snake was glinting rather suspiciously. Perhaps she should get out of here. After all, this was Hogwarts, not her house. Who knows what sort of magic could be floating around an abandoned bathroom.
Eonaria caught a glimpse of a silvery ghost out of the corner of her eye, and that was what sparked panic in her stomach. The ghost shrieked- or maybe it was a horrible sounding squeal- she didn't care. She bolted out of the bathroom with a scream of her own, slamming the door behind her, the ghostly shriek ringing in her ears. She definitely wasn't going back in there. And her wet shoes felt even worse on dry land. She kicked them off, tugged off her socks, and picked them up. She could sacrifice the cleanliness of two of her fingers if it meant not feeling that horrible squish every time she took a step. Eonaria vowed to keep walking until she found someone who could direct her back to the Gryffindor common room, or maybe she could just ask for a new copy of her schedule.
...or she could barge into any random classroom. At least there was guaranteed for people to be in there.
...nah. Too much trouble. Eonaria set off with a sigh, choosing a random direction.
She turned yet another corner and finally spotted something she could recognize. Well, not really recognize. But she could tell it was a bathroom. She pushed the door open, hoping there might be someone in there who could tell her how to get back to the common room, only to be met with a layer of suspicious water on the floor. "...ew." Eonaria lifted her robes as she tentatively looked around. Well, definitely a bathroom. Not a very well kept one. Honestly, you'd think with so many house elves around, the bathrooms would be better. But she couldn't really blame them for not wanting to be in here.
Eonaria took a couple more steps forward, grimacing as the water sloshed into her shoes. She was definitely not going to be wearing them again once she got out. She'd rather go to class barefoot than in toilet-water-soaked shoes. Speaking of which, why was she even walking foward? She should go back. But this bathroom gave her an odd feeling, which sparked the innate Gryffindor curiosity in her. So against her better judgement, Eonaria began exploring the flooded bathroom. Her gaze first landed on the dirty, cracked mirrors of a.. how would you describe that... a hexagonal washing station? She had never seen something like that before. She peered closer at one of the sinks, noting a tiny snake engraved into one of the handles. Maybe some Slytherins hung out here or something. But she couldn't imagine any posh Slytherin enduring this terrible environment. Suddenly, she gained an uneasy feeling. That snake was glinting rather suspiciously. Perhaps she should get out of here. After all, this was Hogwarts, not her house. Who knows what sort of magic could be floating around an abandoned bathroom.
Eonaria caught a glimpse of a silvery ghost out of the corner of her eye, and that was what sparked panic in her stomach. The ghost shrieked- or maybe it was a horrible sounding squeal- she didn't care. She bolted out of the bathroom with a scream of her own, slamming the door behind her, the ghostly shriek ringing in her ears. She definitely wasn't going back in there. And her wet shoes felt even worse on dry land. She kicked them off, tugged off her socks, and picked them up. She could sacrifice the cleanliness of two of her fingers if it meant not feeling that horrible squish every time she took a step. Eonaria vowed to keep walking until she found someone who could direct her back to the Gryffindor common room, or maybe she could just ask for a new copy of her schedule.
...or she could barge into any random classroom. At least there was guaranteed for people to be in there.
...nah. Too much trouble. Eonaria set off with a sigh, choosing a random direction.
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