It was a strange feeling, being free from her portrait. She wasn't quite sure how it happened, but one moment she had been locked in a frame, and the next... she was standing in the corridor of the school that she had helped build so long ago. Rowena looked around, her dark hair flowing over her shoulders. One might even mistake her for her daughter, Helena, if they don't look too closely. Her skin was rather pale, after all.

The woman began walking down the corridor, her footsteps echoing through the hall. Her elegant, blue dress flowed behind her. It was curious, the whole thing. It was something she would figure out, but for now... a good walk around the castle sounded pleasant. It had been a while since she had been able to stretch her legs this much.

And then she was going to see about the academia's current state. She hoped everyone had good grades.