Running a hand along the walls on the fourth floor corridor, Cosette could feel all the dust and grime pile onto her fingers. Letting out a disgusted noise, she muttered to herself and wiped it off of her gray skirt. It wouldn't even look dirty, she thought. Moving down along the hall she passed by a silver glinty thing. Her eyes immediately curious as to the thing she passed, she walked slowly backwards only to see it was a mirror. And a girl was standing in front of it, clearly admiring herself.

Making a light 'Hmff' she noticed it was the American girl she had met on the train. Letting out a long and bored sigh, she took out her wand and kept it at her side, no matter what. "Vain, much?" She smirked, calling out to the girl.