I want to find something no one has found before.
I want to find something no one has found before.
I want to find something no one has found before.
A gasp ripped past the pursed, cherry-coloured lips of Isadora Malfoy-Nott as a heavy weight slapped against her middle. Before she could gather what had happened to her, she was slammed back onto the floor and she found herself staring up at the gothic ribbed ceiling of the seventh floor corridor outside the Room of Requirement. Whatever hit her soon rolled off and the sound of something clattering to the floor followed. The Ravenclaw lifted her head and looked around, glad to find that there was no one in the hallway. Slowly she scrambled herself back up onto her feet and after pausing to right her hair, set about looking for what she’d been hit with.
But there was nothing there.
Looking about herself, her hair bouncing from side to side as she turned her head. She scowled and closed her eyes briefly, trying to remember which way the item had rolled. To the right, she realised, and so she pushed off, hurrying down the hallway as fast as her little feet could carry her, her robes billowing out behind her as she hastened. She wrung her hands together as she walked, nibbling on the inside of her cheek as she tried to imagine where on earth it would go. It had been a solid item, long and tube-like – as though it contained a poster like the ones you can by in a record store. But it had gone. It wasn’t as though it was a conspicuous item either.
“Oh, for goodness sake,” Isadora muttered to herself, looking around again, one hand braced against the wall. “Where on earth is it?”
Turning the corner, Isadora strode down the hall, her eyes looking from side to side as she tried to think where the tube would have gone. She kept walking, walking, and walking until she found herself at the top of the seventh floor staircase, none the wiser and, indeed, devoid of the poster tube – or whatever it was. Shoving her hands belligerently into the pockets of her robes, Isadora glared down through the staircases, wondering whether the tube could have gone down there. Rubbing her lips together in frustration, Isadora began to descend the staircase.
Not looking where she was going, the inevitable happened – she bumped into someone and landed on her bum on the stair behind her.
“Oh god, I’m sorry.” She spluttered, looking up before broaching: “say, you wouldn’t have happened to have seen a rogue tube bouncing around here, would you?”