To say Mary-Lou was nervous would be an understatement. She hadn’t even been at Hogwarts a full week and already she’d mastered the fine art of getting hopelessly lost. Somehow, she’d managed to loop right back to where she’d started. Honestly, it was like the castle was laughing at her.

“Brilliant, just brilliant,” she muttered, spinning in a slow circle. “I’m sure my common room is around here… somewhere. Maybe. Probably not.” A map would have been nice, though with how big this place was, she’d probably get lost just trying to read it.

She wandered up to a grand set of doors and squinted. “Didn’t we come through these when we got sorted? Or was that a different set of ridiculously large doors? Ugh.”

Frustrated, she gave the wall a quick kick—instantly regretting it when pain shot up her toes. “Ow! Great. The wall wins, again,” she hissed, hobbling on one foot. Then, throwing her hands up in mock defeat, she groaned, “Why do I keep getting lost? I’m going to need breadcrumbs. Or a personal tour guide. Or… well who know what.”