Look where you're going!

How could he sleep in that morning? It wasn't so usual for him not to wake up and get up in time. In fact, he was one of the first getting out off the room so he could go to the Great Hall and have a peaceful breakfast before every morning class. However, that was not that day's case...

Still trying to get himself composed by straightening his uniform as he walked, Stephen rushed down from the Gryffindor's tower (why did it have to be so far?) to the Great Hall hoping that breakfast was still being served. He knew he wouldn't have many time but it would have to be enough for him to at least eat the first thing that came to his hand before heading to the dungeons to the Potion's class.

He had his bag hanging from his left shoulder as he straightened the right arm of his sweater over his shirt and then he passed the bag to the other shoulder to do the same to the other arm. His cloak skipped him falling onto the ground and he only noticed when he was already some steps away by the bent of the corridor. Cursing himself from being so distracted and for having slept in he turned around to go grab it up before going back to his way to the Great Hall. Before he lost it once again he took off the bag letting it on the ground for a second and launched the cloak around him. Then, once again he picked the bag and turned still not paying much attention to his surroundings as he quickened his step without looking to where he was going while he was still busy composing his shirt.

How could this happen? Her mascara had gone missing! It must have been Laura. She seemed to Sterling like she just wanted to be beautiful, and what better way than to make someone else look horrible? Thinking again, Sterling realized that must not have been the case because Laura had been sorted into Hufflepuff for a reason. Sterling took out her "On the go" mascara and put it on instead. It didn't look as cute, but it did the job. Next was eyeshadow. She applied a bit of a brownish color and then applied chapstick. She thought she looked astounding! Sterling smiled into the mirror, showing her teeth, put all of her belongings into her bag, and walked out of the door to the bathroom. There were four other girls in line. Well, she had to do what she had to do. Beauty was everything in her world.

Sterling realized she had spent too much time with her makeup. She began to hustle around, getting everything ready for breakfast. She quickly got on her robe and hurried out of the Hufflepuff Common Room. Up the stairs, through a corridor, turn right. She repeated the directions to herself a few times, and finally got to the staircases. When one finally came her way and connected to the Great Hall, Sterling ran down it, hoping it wouldn't move before she reached the Entrance Hall. She sped towards the Great Hall, and right before she entered - boom! She bumped into something - or someone.

It seemed that there was no possible way to put his collar right over his sweater. Being most focused on that simple task, Stephen had lost awareness of his surroundings and took for granted that he was alone in the hall. But he wasn't, and he came to know of that very quickly.

Just a few steps before he reached the Great Hall he felt like he had been suddenly stopped and inercia made him step further for what he looked to have jumped almost two steps in one. Trying to understand what had just happened, Stephen looked around and noticed a girl nearby.

Straightening himself up and balancing his pack back to his shoulder for it had fell down with the shock, he turned to her. "I'm sorry, are you alright?" he asked her a bit worried. "I was in a rush and didn't see you..." he tried to excuse himself even if he knew this not be a good excuse at all, but it was, at least, the truth.