Brooke looked up at the blank expanse of wall in front of her. The scribbled instructions on her hand read that she needed to walk past this part of the wall 3 times, thinking hard about what she needed. Brooke shrugged. Primitive. Beaxbatons would've done better.
She began to pace in front of the wall. I need to get to the party. I need to get to the party. I need to get to the party. After her third turn, she looked up.
Where before there had been an old, ugly plaster wall, there was now a beautiful bronze double door. Brooke raised an eyebrow. Alright. That was impressive. The security still sucked though.
She came through the door and into the party. If it could be called a party. There were only about a dozen people here so far, and though the room admittedly looked nice, she couldn't see a single drop of alcohol. there was butterbeer, but Keith could drink that stuff.
She spotted several girls she had seen on her introduction tour, but nobody she knew by name. She ran a hand through her hair, making sure it was still as close to "I know it's perfect but I just rolled out of bed" as you could possibly be. At least there was a party. This place sucked.