Air.

A mixture of nitrogen, oxygen and minute amounts of other gases that surrounds the earth and forms its atmosphere.

Making the finding of such air her objective, Daphne nearly stormed out of the Common Room and hopping out of the portrait hole. Not that she didn't mind being charitable and sharing her common room--very well, she minded a whole especially when the Slytherins insisted on taking up her favorite spot by the tower's window.

Scowling slightly over her shoulder at the closing portrait of the Fat Lady, Daphne Hopton nearly bumped into Ravenclaw's resident Loud Mouth in her distraction. Giving out a surprised yelp, the blond fourth year placed a delicate hand on her chest. "Honestly," she breathed out with nervous laughter. "Morgan, could you not jump a young lady like that? I could have killed you."

As if. Her hand was nowhere near her wand and her mind was nowhere near any martial art move either.