Exactly. Cardigan was right, obviously. Like, what other business would someone have sitting on a railing like that?! Certainly not practicing sitting on a horse, 'cause there are better ways to do so. Had she ever been down a railing before? .........kind of, not really. Maybe like, 9 years ago? At this point, 9 years didn't matter! She pretty much hadn't. Knowing her, you'd think that this would be a regular hobby for her. But, no, she was a loser and had pretty much never slid down a railing. "No, not really that often..."

"You really think so?" She asked, surprised by her words. Rail sliding was supposed to be a "terrible, dangerously unsafe activity that should be outlawed", as her mum always said. Wouldn't you get in trouble? STOP IT CARDIGAN. JUST STOP IT. Your mummy's not here and there is no professors or any other staff like that in the presence, or any prefects. It's worth a shot. The girl continued sliding down the railing, letting out a spirited woo hoo!, and then fell off, onto, not off, the stairs. Ouch. That's gotta hurt! The older girl then mentioned that she should try it as well. What? Who me? Really? "Well, I guess it's worth the shot," she said while hoisting herself up into the slide rail, pushing herself to give a little boost.

Oh, what fun!! She could feel the wind in her hair, little stray strands sticking to her face. It was way better than her mom described it, that's for sure. It should be a sport! It would be called...rail racing. Soo unique. Cardigan was getting a little too far down, and decided to stop. She brought her hands down and grasped the railing, coming to a complete stop. Hoisting herself onto the ground, she dusted off her robes and said, "That was pretty awesome. Better than I remembered! Oh, and by the way, I'm Cardigan. Cardigan Johansson." It made her sound WAY cooler than she was, like James Bond.