As she entered the common room, Remy loosened her tie instead of abandoning it altogether to look totes trendy. She also pulled out her side braid letting her wavy locks spread like a lions mane. A day of classes had tired her to the point of no more castle exploration, she’d much rather the warm comfort of the Gryffie common room.

After a little trip to the dorm room, she returned to the main area wrapped up in a humongous soft blanket that she had brought from home. Wrapped like a burrito. It was the loud thud that caused a quicker step from Remy, because she’d hate to miss any drama happening. She was not expecting to see Atlas covering a broken picture frame with a pillow.

Was he experiencing a moment of rage? Was he trying to suffocate one of the moving portraits??

“Are you… alright?” Did she want to know???