 ¼ of the Sisterhood of the Traveling Pls
Well... Michael was lost. But in a good way. He wasn't going anywhere particular, he was trying to figure out the castle. He even had a notebook on him and a pen, and he was noting every floor for future reference.
Except... the staircases changed AGAIN and he lost which floor he was on. He wasn't that upset, he was actually impressed with himself that he'd gotten this far. He just turned to a new, blank page and entered the first room he found to note it. Once he was finished with every floor, he'd reorganise the notebook.
So, this was the... trophy room, right. He took in the surroundings first. So, there were cups... given to, houses. And... people. Okay. Prefects, to be exact. And Qu...i...dd...itch... WHAT was this? He had to check it four times to write it down! He had so many questions that it daunted him. Lucky for him, he wasn't alone. Sure, he was saving the bulk of his questions for prefects, but still. Maybe this girl could answer at least the questions related to this room.
"Hello," he greeted her with a smile, "what floor are we on?"
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