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Celesia 
Emil Gareth Wilson walked the corridors with a rather confused expression; why were the halls of the dungeon so void of life? Why did he get into the house with the coldest rooms? Why... Why was he asking himself so many stupid question?
He stopped walking and looked back the way he came and the direction he was headed in, both ways were so dark he couldn't make out if anyone else was approching him from either direction, so just in case he slowed down so as to avoid any trouble that might be looking to crash into him.
Finally a small noise made him jump and begin to run the entire distance of the hallway. "This dungeon is the worst!" He screamed inside his startled head as he continued to run in the direction he prayed was towards the Slytherin common room.
It was supposed to be a nice September morning, but under the lake, it might as well have been mid December. It was a good thing, Matilda thought, that she had her coat on under her hideous (cheap and second-hand) robes. That did not stop her from being angry with the fishmonger’s school, however. Her hands were freezing, and pounding them on frozen stone all but contributed to it.
She said a brief, incoherent word, and anyone could guess, by the tone of her voice, it was something along the lines of censorcensorcensor. There was a noise in the distance, her head jerked up at the sound. Maybe it was the common room at last? If it weren’t so dark, Matilda would have seen a boy charging towards her, head first; the suicidal way if Matilda had been a troll and not a person. It was too late when she had. She shrieked and waited for the collision in which the laws of acceleration guaranteed.