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Originally Posted by Aiden Lockwood Aiden was maybe a little lost...
A lot lost? No just a little.
But a little was more than not at all.
It was second year. How come he was still getting lost for? Maybe it was cause things seemed to move around at Hogwarts, or cause the castle was so big that if you took one wrong turn you might go down a billion hallways before you ever found where you left from.
Or maybe cause Aiden was trying to read a book with one hand, and hold Wally the teddy bear with the other, and he hadn't been looking where he was going til he had already gotten lost.
Aiden looked around nervously, as he walked forward, realizing he had become the only one in the hallway. Aiden hated being the only one in the hallway. In his first year he had been too scared to talk much to the other kids, but he still liked being AROUND them, because if anything bad happened it was the other kids who would know what to do. And most of them were bigger than him.
What if some kind of monster came or something and he was alone? Or if he fell and got hurt? Aiden listened. Was that a sound...? He walked quicker. "Hello...?" Aiden called out nervously, walking slowly, trying not to cry. He didn't want to start crying because it was probably nothing and he was probably being a baby but he was scared, and Aiden didn't know what to do when he got scared.
After hearing another bump the boy couldn't take it anymore. He hurried forward and turned around the corner without looking where he was going Mitsuki had a rather inconvenient habit of setting up camp in the middle of rooms and corridors, which was precisely what she had done today. At least this time she was not with her very specific study arrangement that had already resulted in two ... maybe three ... of her friends becoming cursed because they had disturbed her ancient fox friend that no one else could see. She did, however, have a particular set up in motion - an array of dominos she had found in the common room earlier and had been pulled to make use of. She had found an older Gryffindor boy utilizing them in something called a Rube Goldberg machine...and he had been very disgruntled when she pointed out how unnecessary his set up was. She could not understand the consternation with being presented facts.
The echo of a 'hello' drew her attention for a moment and her dark eyes darted around the corridor to find the source. Silent and staying still, her finger still on the domino she had just placed in front of the other, she waited for another sign...or a shift in the movement of the dust in the air...and when none came she resumed her arranging.
She was not creating any sort of elaborate task accomplishing arrangement with the dominos today, but rather arrange them in a spiral pattern on the floor to push over and watch each fall against the other with a color shift. It was almost meditative in a way, though the uneven stone flooring made for a bit of a challenge.
So, here she was. Sitting right smack in the middle of the corridor with her half arranged dominos when Aiden came barreling around the corner and penetrated the creative sphere like a rock thrown into the Black Lake.
__________________ We broke into a million pieces, and we can't go back.........................................
But now we're seeing all the beauty in the broken glass..................................... 
The scars are part of me, darkness and harmony
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