Hayden was very grateful her bag had straps by the time she reached the sixth floor. Climbing all those flights of stairs without being able to carry the backpack over her shoulders would have been torture. After three flights she'd considered that there might be a better place, but by then there was no use turning back. She'd fought the rest of the way up and now there was a winded first year pausing in the sixth floor corridor to catch her breath. She'd never thought Hogwarts would give her such a work out, or prove how much of a work out she needed. Not that she was going to change anything of course.

When she was able to breathe properly again Hayden continued on her way down the corridor. She'd seen a room during her exploration and it had come to mind as a good place for her next step. She didn't really know what it was or why it was empty, but it was a big empty room with lots of space. As soon as she arrived Hayden dropped her bag on the ground and started digging through it. She pulled out a folder full of paper and spread those over the floor. Then she took out her box filled with various writing utensils. She selected a normal muggle pencil, because she didn't like using quills, and laid on her stomach on the large rug, with her back to the door. Luckily she'd decided to wear leggings under her dress.