Corridor Catastrophe

The castle corridors were unusually quiet for a weekend morning. Most students were either still asleep, down at breakfast, or scattered somewhere around the grounds pretending to be productive.

Which meant the corridor I was walking through was almost peaceful.
Almost.

Up ahead, I noticed another presence, though I couldn't actually see the person. Just a towering pile of books making its way down the corridor in an unstable way.

Then I noticed the flash of a blue and silver hem

I sighed. It was a Ravenclaw of course. I noticed the girl from the sorting ceremony. She just looked like a Ravenclaw.

Honestly, it was almost impressive. The pile was so tall it completely hid her face- textbooks, loose parchments, thick volumes that looked older than the castle itself I swear. The stack tilted dangerously every few steps as she walked.

That was so cliché.

I continued forward, not bothering to move aside. If she was going to carry half the library around, the least she could do was learn how to walk with it.

As we got closer, the tower of books wobbled again.

One more step.
Then just as I passed close enough-
The entire pile shifted. For a second, it kept its balance.
I groaned.
But then, a loud crash was heard and all the books were spilled everywhere across the stone floor, sliding in different directions down the corridor.

I stopped, looking down at the sudden avalanche of parchment and hardcovers scattered around my shoes.

I chuckled quitely before letting out another slow sigh.
I was glancing toward the girl who had finally emerged from behind the fallen pile

“Well,” I said coldly, nudging one of the books aside with my shoe.

“Next time you might want to try carrying a resonable amount.” I mock the girl