Alice darted through the hallway, ignoring everyone in her path. She kept her eyes on the ground in front of her, only paying enough attention to make sure that she didn’t trip.
It had been the picture of her father that she’d come upon in the bottom of her trunk had started it. She’d been looking for a warmer sweater to wear in the common room when she’d found it, the image of him grinning widely while he wrapped an arm around her mother. Suddenly she’d felt choked up, unable to catch her breath.
She was lost in her thoughts when she ran into someone, dropping the picture that she’d been clutching. “Really? She snapped uncharacteristically at the person, sighing soon after.
[James had been running through the halls, having overslept and not wanting to be later to Transfig than he already was. Most everyone was already in their classes, so he definitely hadn't expected to run into Alice - be it literally or figuratively]
Oh- shit, sorry Alice. You alright?











