Avalon didn't know whether to laugh, scream, or cry as she approached the third-floor corridor, bleary-eyed from the day's lessons. They were actually being evacuated from Hogwarts. And it was because of a mist, for Merlin's sake. She was half terrified and half relieved. For one, this mist was not messing around. It was clearly dangerous. But they were getting out. They would be safe.

The first year made her way over to the group of Ravenclaws, led by Hanna. She nodded in greeting, not sure of how else to say hello. What was she to say? Hey everyone! Isn't this fun? Running away from some horrible mist? It just didn't seem like the right thing to say at the moment, so Avalon kept quiet, poised to follow any more directions. She did not want to miss anything important.