Aurelian, Sterling and Russet Closed

Time had started ticking once more. Fyriel rushed through the castle, passing hundreds of students and trying to evade running into them. It wasn’t likely for any of them to move out of the way if she shouted at them and she wasn’t one to go yelling through the halls. Swift like a ninja, Fyriel slipped through the crowds. Her backpack hung loosely on her back and swayed from left to right as Fyriel leapt forward. Today she wore her hair in ponytail on the back of her head. The hairstyle had started out with a few loose strands to frame her face, but from running around in a hurry, more locks of black wavy hair had come undone from the ponytail and flew around Fyriels’ face. Every now and then she had to blow a strand out of her mouth, she could not stand the icky feeling of string of hair in her mouth. “Bleh! Pffrt!”, She uttered as she jogged through the corridors. Jogged, yes, she was wearing comfortable black jogging bottoms as she had no classes today. Some time for herself to go out and about, socialize if she pleased or simply hang around the Hufflepuff common room.

Finally the young Hufflepuff had made her way to the door of the Trophy room. This door was always unlocked. Whether it was past curfew or vacation, students and staff alike always had the chance to visit. Today, the Trophy room was settled on the fourth floor. Which meant the door was hidden behind a mirror. She had heard from gossiping students that were other ways of entering the Trophy room but she had not heard if they knew them Fyriel wasn’t an eavesdropper, she simply overheard them talking whilst passing by and she didn’t stop to listen to the rest of the conversation. Fyriel wasn’t going to try and find those other entrances today, she did not have the time. But another day when she felt adventurous (like most days), she would definitely come back and discover what she could.

The first-year pushed the mirror aside and opened the door to the Trophy room. She walked inside and was amazed from what she say. Fyriel laid her eyes upon hundreds, no thousands of trophies, cups, statues, medals, anything that had value, emotional and financial, was in this room. Fyriel didn’t know where to look first. Immediately she slowed her pace, the last thing she wanted was to knock into any of the crystal displays and break anything. Inside the room, the trophies and other antiquities were organized on tables and in glass cases inside columns that extended from the ceilings. The walls were covered with shields, shiny plates and numerous medals. Along with shelves and cabinets which were on their turn also filled to the brim with golden, silver and bronze keepsakes.

Fyriel Starlingword tiptoed amidst the trophy cabinets and tables, analysing the room she was in. On the left wall she saw a tiny bit of clear space in between the many Knick knacks. It seemed a good place to tuck away. Fyriel was in fact in the middle of a game of Hide & Seek with some other students. The young Hufflepuff girl decided to camouflage herself amidst the cabinets, squirreled away in the bling. “Hmm… Perhaps I should’ve camouflaged myself by wearing more jewellery”, Fyriel chuckled to herself. Let’s hope the seeker doesn’t find me here too quickly. Fyriel kept quiet and listened closely if she could hear anyone entering the Trophy room looking for her.