Just as she was really getting into her ugly cry mode, the door cracked open and there stood a House Elf. There was nowhere for her to hide in the tiny closet, so all she could do was to attempt to cover her tear streaked face. She hoped the house elf wouldn't tell on her or go and get a professor. That was the last thing she wanted.

Sniffling and hiccuping she replied "I'm not lost and not exactly hiding. Not in a fun way." Maybe he thought she was playing a game. "I just..." she used the sleeve of her robe to try and wipe away some of the tears "I needed to be alone." The tears were streaming down her face as she finished her sentence. Now, not only was she upset, she was embarrassed as well.