Rhys couldn't believe it. She was lost... again! How in the world did this happen so often! You'd think after so many years at Hogwarts, your instances of getting lost would lower, but for Rhys, it seemed every other day she was off down the wrong corridor, staring blankly at another stretch of wall, confused, disoriented, and not to mention angry. She hated being lost, it was the worst feeling ever, not knowing where you were in your own school! It was wrong.. but when the staircases changed, and you were taken somewhere different every Tuesday, or the door you always went through ran off to a party with his friends down in the dungeons, it got annoying.
So there Rhys was... staring at a blank wall... again. She knew for a FACT she was on the seventh floor! She had counted.. or had she? She remembered getting distracted by a Slytherin hoisting some Hufflepuff in the air, and then giggling and going up the stairs again. But it was possible she had said the same number twice.. and she was on the.... 6th floor? 7th floor? No! Where was she?!
Rhys buried her face in her hands and slid to the ground with a huff. It sucked, so many things were going on. Sam was swimming around her head miserably, Alex's face kept popping up miserably, the unmistakable look in his eyes when she had stumbled away from him in the Entrance Hall. The look of having lost something, and she hated herself for it. Had she been leading him on? She had been told by her friends that she had a natural tendency to flirt, and boys didn't quite understand that she wasn't flirting when she acted like she was... sooo, it was possible Alex thought she liked him... when all she could think about was Sam. Oh well... Rhys pulled her knees to her chest, and stared at the wall. When she got in trouble later, when someone stumbled upon her, she'd get escorted back to her Common Room and she wouldn't even have to worry about it.