Her legs moving at a reasonably rapid rate, but not quite fast enough to be considered running, Seren moved silently up the stairs to the second floor. She didn't frequent the castle often, and rarely beyond the entrance hall. But THIS, well this was an urgent matter. So urgent in fact that she barely noticed where exactly she was going or who was watching her.
Her long blonde hair flowed over her shoulder,black ash paintedher hands which clasped a thick wad of blackened parchment. Her notes were completely ruined. Irreversible!
SPOILER!!: Isabelle
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No running in the corridors. Yes. But this was important. Importantly important. Isabelle had rushed all the way down the moving staircases - a feat in itself - from the sixth floor to the second. And now she was out of breath. Honestly, after having the baby she hadn't really got back into her exercise regime, and desperately needed to get fitter.
Hand holding her side, to try and appease the stitch forming, she leant her back against the wall. Getting her breath back slowly, she looked down at her picture frame and frowned. WHY would something do that? WHO would want to? And then the practice room. So very strange. The Headmaster had to know.
As soon as she was able to speak properly and say the password.
Coming to a halt outside the Headmasters office, Seren allowed herself to take a deep breathe.It seemed as though she wasn't the only one wanting to see Tate.
"Isabelle," she greeted with a small nod. She really wasn't in the mood to socialise right now, not after everything that had happened. Whoever did this, whoever was responsible, was going to pay for it. Why would they do this? Who would do this?
She was about to utter the passowrd to the dargoyls when she noticed the photo frame in Isabelle's hand. Uhhh... what was all that about.
"... You tried cleaning that?" she asked gesturing to the scribbles covering it. Was this about the house elves not doing thier jobs properly? Their cleaning WAS lacking.