After she had a chance to get settled after the feast, Emmalyn decided she needed to be alone more than hang out with her fellow Hufflepuffs. She hadn’t been hungry, so the endless piles of food were of no consequence, and if she had to stuff back her emotions for one more moment, she thought she might explode.

As she roamed the corridors, she remembered a place on the seventh floor that was a good hiding spot. One where there was hope of not being found, at least for a little while. Her eyes immediately found the statue of Lachlan the Lanky when she entered the seventh floor corridor. “Yes” she whispered as she fit her little body behind the statue and exhaled with relief.

The hard, cool floor was oddly soothing and she soon felt her heart rate begin to slow to a more normal rate. She made a mental note to not forget the spot should she need to seek the refuge of a quiet place again.