At least it wasn't Viktor or one of the other men on staff that had found her in a heap on the floor. That would have been so embarrassing. It was thankfully a student of Paul's house if Laurel recalled correctly from lessons that was called Harriet. Raising her gaze to meet that of the young woman she said waving dismissively with a hand. "I'm fine sweetie, I just slipped on the steps and fell backwards. I'm uninjured, i might get a bruise or two, but that's to be expected." Smiling, she giggled at little to herself as got herself up on her feet. "High heels aren't the most suitable footwear for walking on steep stairs it seems."

"You're all right Harriet? No falling stones hit you on the head?" Laurel asked worriedly. A considerable amount of lithomancy stones had after all fallen out of her bags.