 For Katherine Mary Moss! Jupiter's Satellite
Louise wandered, lost in thought, back down the Seventh Floor hallway towards the stairs. She had recently discovered just how difficult a riddle could be and her new appreciation for her housemate's intellect had grown considerably in the process. As she wandered, she supposed that she could have waited by the knocker for someone else to get the answer right. But what fun was that? She would much rather figure it out herself. It was... self-assuring.
In the meantime, until she was presented a new riddle or until she figured the current one out she was to be stuck wandering the halls. In a way, this would be a good thing. This would (theoretically) be the best way to find her way out and about so that she wouldn't get lost for class. She simply would not ask for directions. She must figure things out herself and, she figured, if this were to happen so that she was to be ontime... then she had better get started.
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