Thursday, September 18
In the Dungeons
5:23PM

One thing that never bore Dajda was the fact that you can walk the same halls, cellars or dungeons, everyday and still find something new and fascinating. It was the magic of Hogwarts, after all. One could never be to careful, and it was wise to expect the unexpected. She wasn't exactly a brave soul, but felt there was no true reason to worry so early on in the evening with students and professors just an ear shot away. Besides, she enjoyed the cool atmosphere of the dungeons, perfect temperature year round. She enjoyed the giant stone walls, and the absence of paintings. She enjoyed the solitude it offered (solitude she chose, not any that was forced on her).

She giggled, slightly, as she continued forth, just passed the Potions Classroom. The first time (outside of classes, of course) she had come down here alone had been for detention. Talking too much in the classroom. She'd come a long way since then. That had been her only detention thus far (knock on wand) and she wasn't planning on having anymore. Sure it tarnished a nearly perfect school record, but that didn't bother her much. As long as she passed her classes with well enough grades, she'd be quite content.

The clicking of her shoes against the stone floors was the only sound she could hear around her. Most everyone else was up in the Dinning Hall enjoying their dinner. Dajda wasn't too hungry. Breakfast, after all, was the most important meal of the day, and it wasn't too far away. The sun was setting earlier now, preparing for the upcoming winter. It wasn't too bad, though, and the dim light that was offered down here was perfectly suffice.