Winnie's feet echoed wetly on the steps leading down to the dungeon, the contents of her bag clinking gently. It was time for her to do a lil essperimenting, time for her to hair to frizz up over a steadily simmering potion. Time to think a little about whatever was going on between...NO. That was none of her business. If the nice-smelling boy and her good friend WANTED to cavort about in the library under the guise of STUDYING well then that was just fine by her. Hmph.

Suddenly, a object came hurtling down the corridor at top speed, slamming into a suit of armor. "EEEEEEEeeeeeeEEEEEEE," Winnie screeched, jumping and smashing headlong into the armor, ending up in a heap of metal and robes on the cold stone floor.

She blew a curl out of her face. "I swear things fall on me constantly. I KNOW this now."