Having just come out of her dormitory, her and the Gryffindor's dormitory, anyway, Natasha wondered down the seventh flood corridor. It really wasn't unusual, for her, anyway, as that kind of thing was sort of just an odd habit for her. She was just kind of weird like that, or something. She looked around, though there were just a few people around, really, talking and stuff, as people do. She ran her fingers through her hair, though, as she thought about what to do now.