who are you

Walk back and fourth infront of the wall three time thinking of what you want the room for and then the door will appear. But, what wall was the wall the line spoke of. unsure quelyn sat in the middle of an empty corridor on the seventh floor stareing up at a blank wall where not even.a taprisrty was hung. she wondered if.this could be the wall she was looking for. The young ravenclaw girl of eleven sat as still as a statue unmoveing without the breathing that was nessisary for humans. "Hello?" She spoke to the wall or maybe and ghoats that could be floating by.

Vivianna watched from her spot in the alcove as a small girl paced back and forth three times, clearly looking for the Come-and-Go Room. She wondered if she should approach the girl, and let her know that she was a bit too far up the long corridor. After a few moments of deliberation, Vivianna stepped out of the shadows, arms crossed in front of her.

"You're doing it wrong," she said matter-of-factly. Her eyes strayed to the castle celling as she spoke, attempting to give off the appearance that she was completely uninterested in the conversation. "You're in the wrong place; you have to be at the right spot in the corridor for the room to appear."

Figuring her good deed was done for the day, even if she hadn't been all that helpful, Vivianna turned and made to leave. As she took her first step, she absently wondered what house the girl was in, she knew it wasn't Slytherin.

Quelyn had been in deep tranquil thought when the girl approached her, and in turn did not fully reconize she was there or that she was talking to her. So intead of reacting she continued to sit there unmoving starring at the blank wall. She might have looked like a statue made of something other than marble as she sat there bearly breathing. She didn't even blink as she watched the wall wondering to herself if it was the right wall or not.

Vivianna scoffed lightly as she looked over her shoulder. The little girl hadn't even spared her a glance! Mildly irritated at the younger student, she continued on down the hall.
"So much for trying to be nice and helping the lost little girl," she mumbled under her breath. If that was what she got for trying to be helpful, she'd do so less often. Vivianna continued to grumble about the rudeness of the girl as she started down the stairs. She needed to get something from her dorm anyway.

Nick was just aimlessly walking around Hogwarts out of boredom. While doing so his eyes were still a pinkish colour from crying. Even though him a Cecilia would be friends, it still killed him on the inside. He eventually wondered upon a lost girl. She looked as she was looking for the room of requirement. The wall she'd be looking for was down the hall. He approached her from behind. "Your at the wrong wall. If you want I'll show you where it is" he offered.

Her mind had slipped away from thoughts of the door and off to thoughts of music and the piano. The thoughts had given her the slight urge to dance. But right when she was about to get up a older person a boy approached her. His voice reminded her of her father for a split second sending chills down her back, but this could not be her father, she was at Hogwarts not at home. Slowly her head turned to the side looking over her shoulder at nick. "H-how do y-you know w-which wall is t-the right w-wall," she stammered stumbling over her words. Her face looked dark sad and haunted with a hint of fear as she looked up at the boy

The way this girl spoke was full of sadness and fearful. There was something wrong with this girl, and her face looked as if she was scared. "I used to be in Potter's Army back in my fourth year." He explained as he crouched down at eye level of this person. "I'm Nick Potter, seventh year Gryffindor. There is no reason to be scared, I assure you" he said. Nick stood back up. "So would you like me to take you to the wall" Nick asked.

Quelyn studied Nicks face tilting her head tilted to the side. he looked sad yet kind. "Would you?" she asked thinking about how it woukd be more dignified to dance in a studio than in the middle of the corridor. Gracefully she stood up and looked at the older boy. "I am Jacquelyn, but call me quelyn." She said and moved closer to nick. "Its so hard to tell the walls appart." Slipping her hand into nicks she waited for him to lead her to the right wall.

Nick helped Quelyn to her feet. "Yes but there is a way to tell them apart" he told her. Nick felt like a small child dragging their parents to a candy store when Quelyn grabbed his hand. They went all they way to the end of the hallway, then turned right. "Just look for the portrait of a man in a purple suit, then turn around and your here. To enter, just wish for a place" he explained. "So tell me about yourself Quelyn" he said.

"I want to dance," Quelyn said when Nick had asked her to tell him about herself. She looked up at him with her wide eyes and and a slight smile on her face. "Will you dance with me in the room?" She asked as he hair swayed back and fourth with every movement of her head. She had put it up in a pony tail, a grate feat for her seeing as it was long and curly. "What do you want to do?" She asked and blinked matter of factually as she looked up at the older boy and skipped a little bit.