It was safe to say that Darwin didn't enjoy being lost. He didn't like this corridor, with the door that people couldn't seemingly go through, and he didn't like not knowing people, and he didn't like walking alone and trying in desperation to get to his lessons. He didn't know what floor he was on, let alone how to get to the Grounds or his Common Room or anywhere else he knew.

Which was pretty much nowhere, in reality. He sighed aloud, bouncing on the balls of his feet as he contemplated which direction to go in, and tried to decide where he wanted to go. But the only thing he could focus on was that he was lost, and he didn't like it.

Not one bit.