42. Portraits

Ginny walked down the corridor – her eyes transfixed on the portraits whose eyes all seemed to follow her. And then their bodies did as well, that made her smile as it seemed all the portraits on the forth floor corridor were walking from frame to frame with her, their eyes on her, their bodies falling at the same speed.

It was like a game she played on break pacing with portraits is what she liked to call it. After all, that was what it looked like both she and the portraits were doing. And boy did it make her laugh.