Wandering the empty and silent corridor on the sixth floor, Cosette Soleil let out a loud sigh, hearing it eerily echo down the hall. Feeling a slight cold breeze fill within her, she walked to hear her footsteps berate against the walls and fill her ears. "Creepy." She whispered to herself before turning around to look behind her, making sure no one was following her. She always had a feeling someone was. Maybe it was just because her father had taught her to always be on the look out. Being the daughter of a Hit Wizard came with some precautions.

Reaching down, she took her wand from inside of her combat boot. Muttering a curse, she flicked it, saying, "Lumos." A sharp light erupted from the end of her wand, making the area a lot easier to look at. She didn't know why her father ever loved this school. It was dank, dirty, and she wasn't even talking about the mudbloods.