With her bag slung well over her shoulder, Lasca made her way to the fourth floor. She was hoping to get into the library and study up some. Arithmancy seemed to be a subject that well eluded her, however she was optimistic about finding a book that would bridge the gap in her understanding.

The young Ravenclaw was moving along swiftly when she turned a corner only to encounter some sort of confrontation. Unsure of how to procede, Lasca froze where she was. Hmmm.