The Courtyard ( Closed)

Pushing open the larger double doors, expecting to have gone through to another hallway towards the dormitories. The sounds of birds chirping and the smell of green grass filled her senses as she erupted from the doors. The sound of wind rustling through trees in the distance made her head lift and search around herself. She found herself outdoors in what seemed to be the Courtyard, letting off a soft sigh as she moved outside, tucking the papers back into her pockets.

‘’Well that map is as useful as the nineteenth century.’’ Small hands reached up running through the long brown hair quickly tying it up into a pony tail, enjoying the crisp weather outdoors. Finding herself in between the incased pool of water and the road, she would turn to face the overly large scaffoldings of the front of the school. ‘’So..Caislin Hallows…’’ Her mind ran through so many different thoughts, voices she had not recognized. This drooping feeling making heads spin and sights seem like blurs. Quickly she sat down on the edge of the pool of water. The calming of thoughts finally coming to her as she leaned over the pool of water, only to see her own reflection coming from the surface ‘’Bah’'' Was all she replied to the seeing of her reflection.

Slipping from the pool of waters edge to the soft grass beneath her feet, letting herself fall against the ground, she pulled the booklet out once more and flipping to the page of the map. She held it out in front of her, like some sort of grail, then against the ground where she held it as to not let it blow away. ‘’Now…Dormitories...Where oh where are you…’’ Truly she felt she had to have gotten out of that room before that man had some sort of seizure or attack. The main hall seemed beautiful and overly large when it was just a few of them in the room, but as it filled she could notice the sense of clustering was a tad much. Head tilting as she fingered through the map, finding where she was in the courtyard and where the dormitories are said to be.

The morning was soft and warm, a welcome change from the bitter cold that had plagued the land for endless weeks over the past winter. Spring's touch of life could be seen everywhere beneath the thin canopy of branches that sheltered the inhabitants of the forest below. The flashes of green here and there as small plants fought to break through the thick layer of long dead leaves that covered the ground brought a feeling of hope to a land that had in the past known only bitter loss. The wind that rose and fell in gentle gusts was still cool but it lacked the bite of winters icy touch as it rustled along. The shadows were slowly fading with the memory of night as the sun's light rose on the horizon far in the distance beyond the borders of this island..

A single shadow pressed against a large oak bordering the edge of the forest refused to fade, as if it alone could stand against the coming dawn where its brothers had failed. The figure shifted ever so gently as the soft caress of mother nature's breath rustled against dark fabric, giving life to the shadow. The man leaned against the tree, his shoulders pressed into the rough bark as he looked upon the scene before him. A large stone building stood on a grassy hill overlooking empty green fields. One familiar with such things would call it a castle with beautiful craftsmanship. Each stone was laid with precision, each steeple was placed with artistic and practical knowledge that would catch the eye of even a well practiced engineer. For the shadow that watched from the edge of the trees however it was only an obstacle to be overcome.

The rich earthen brown of his eyes looked on from beneath a heavy cowl with the gaze of a hunter. Again the wind broke against his form as if to drive the darkness away, making his thick black cloak flutter slightly, before dieing down in defeat once more. Whispered words slipped from the man's pale lips as he spoke seemingly to himself. “Will I find it here?” There was no answer, only the low moan as the wind continued to endlessly rise and fall. The shadow of a man remained silent for what seemed like an eternity until at last his lips twisted into the faintest hint of a smile. “Only one way to find out.” He spoke the words as if in answer to the question that he had posed before, but despite the resolve that echoed in the dark man's voice he found it difficult to accept it. This school was perhaps his final chance at redemption, his final opportunity to satisfy a revenge so dark and so deep that no light had ever shown its evil to the world, until now. That tiny smile twisted a bit more and the man shook his head.

His eyes traveled from the building itself to the large fountain that reflected the partly cloudy sky high above. He could almost see himself in that mirror of water, though from his distant position that was impossible. Still, impossible or not it did little to quell his imagination as dark figures danced over its surface. Distant screams echoed in his mind and his smile faded slightly. Tearing his eyes from the water he locked his gaze on the college once more.

Time droned on at a lazy pace and not one, but two separate cabs found their way to the ancient castle. The occupants of the beat up old vehicles found their way into the college itself and the cabs quickly turned and left. It was almost as if they were uncomfortable being there, though Sarthas could understand that considering the strange rumors that circulated in the local town. Not that it bothered him in the slightest, after all unusual was what he needed. Several minutes later a lone figure appeared from the confines of the castle and wandered its way into the courtyard. Dark brown shoulder length hair danced in the morning's light breeze as she quickly restrained the wild mass by tying it behind her head. Once more that small smile twisted his lips. His cold calculating gaze watched the young woman as she took a seat on the edge of the fountain fascinated with its surface much in the same way he had been moments before. If nothing else, the view was interesting. A few moments later the woman returned to her feet and turned her gaze toward her hands, studying something that even his sharp eyes could not pick out from this distance.

After what seemed an eternity the man broke the silence once more with the whisper of his voice.“Well then, I suppose its time we got started.” The moment the words left his lips the man was gone. It was almost as if he had never truly been there, only a shadow or a memory of what had once been. But something remained to tell the tail of his passing, a gold chain hanging from a broken branch jutting from the old oaks trunk. There, at the end of that chain was a simple silver ring, polished to gleaming perfection. Only a single letter graced its smooth surface, a cursive “C”. The wind continued to come and go and the chain swayed back and forth gently...a relic from the past. A moment in time captured in its reflective surface as clouds gently passed by over head.

Blades of grass tickled the palms as fingertips tapped against folded paper. For a moments time, courses of trails pushed through the mind. The touch of morning dew grass against skin, curled the senses as forced a shift in balance of the already uncomfortable body. Finding herself sitting upon the waters edge once again, avoiding the grass at what costs would need be done. Finding that over head, from the soft blue with shimmering light soon faded into morning glow. The body would exhale deeply as hands pressed against the surface beneath her, tapping nails against gently and forcefully.

Given the slight of angle of the sun, shadows seemed to dance across the buildings bushes and trees. Causing the young woman to smile, hand shielding her eyes as the body turned to face the sun now. Breathing in deeply, the suns rays warming like a candle on the winters night. Eyes opening to see shadows play along the trees again. Voices seemed to echo in her mind, as her head turned to the gates.

‘’Must be a village near-by that I didn’t see… Useful..’’ Mumbling to herself before turning to find herself facing the building once again. Hands crumbling the paper between them before the woman would turn on her heel quickly. Walking to the far edge of the pool of water, pacing around for a few minutes over thinking the situation of going to school in such a different place, so far away from home. Then and there Merisa knew it, she was starting to get home-sick it was just a phase, and she had to get through it.

Once in the suns warm rays again, pulling the map out again and searching along it for the number of her room so she could get rid of her bag for the afternoon at the least. Before long she found herself pushing open the large double doors again and coming into the main hall, that was as busy as it was when she came in hours earlier. Quickly she found the right set of doors that led to the dormitories and found herself searching her pockets for her paper with the letter on it.

Padding herself down, not finding it tucked away in any of her pockets or in her bag. She quickly turned around and started heading through the halls again back to the main hall. Where again she was greeted by the entirety of people surrounding themselves with history and memories. Pushing onwards outside she laid both hands over her eyes, searching the pool side for that yellow piece of paper. ’’It should be…Well..Maybe it blew off…’’ Hands continued to stay over her eyes as she searched the field around her.

Sarthas moved with unnatural silence, his feet picked their way over the soft grassy field without the slightest hint of his passing. It was disturbing to see the man move as he did, so methodical and so precise were the placement of his footfalls that one might wonder if it were truly a man at all and not simply a figment of the imagination slipping from one shadow to the next. But unlike the monsters in the nightmares of children, Sarthas was real. A truth that had claimed the lives of many who refused to believe it. The creature of a man quickly made his way toward the castle, staying out of line of sight or within the shadows whenever it was possible. The woman, seemed confused with the way she moved. Slipping from her feet, back to her seat near the fountain and then back to her feet again. At long last, it appeared she made up her mind and moved back into the castle itself. There, upon the stone that surrounded the fountain where she had seated only moments before a piece of yellowish paper caught his eye.


Sarthas smiled, if one could call the sadistic thing that twisted his pale lips within the shadow of his hood a smile at all. A gust of wind caught the paper and sent it fluttering into the air towards the man as he crouched within the shadow of a small sickly looking tree. Without a moments hesitation, he was on the move again but this time he moved with incredible speed. It took him only a few short seconds to catch the flying paper between rough fingers as he leapt into the air cutting off its escape. But even has he had the object of his interest in his hands, he never paused even for a second. His feet landed with the faintest hint of a a soft patter and he continued his stride uninterrupted. If anyone had been able to witness the act, it would seem to them that the whole thing had been choreographed perfectly. Sarthas however was simply doing what he did best, adapting. Quickly he crossed the final few feet of open ground to the castle itself, pressing his back into the stone wall beneath one of the windows. He crouched next to a large brush to hide the outline of his body.

It was a poor hiding spot, but it was all there was currently in the sunlit courtyard. Thankfully the bush hid him from direct line of sight of the doors that moments before the woman had vanished into. Glancing down at the yellowish toned paper in his hands he immediately realized it was a letter. Before he could begin to read its contents however, the sound of heavy doors being pressed open once more caught his attention. The soft patter of feet soon followed and the figure of a woman slipped into view. Sarthas recognized her at once as the same that had been here before. Strange how fate weaved her silken web. The man's dark brown eyes slowly played over the figure in front of him as she began searching the ground around her. Before, from the distance she had been only a feminine outline, but as close as he was now, he could make out every tiny detail. That disgusting smile once more twisted his lips as she brought her hands to her forehead to try and shield her eyes from the light and see into the distance. It was obvious that she was looking for something.


The man slipped from the shelter of his hiding spot darting up behind the woman in deadly silence, cutting off her escape to the doors from which she had come. Lifting the letter into the air he so very lightly ran its corner down the side of her neck. Words shattered the silence around them, words dripping in silken venom and tainted ever so slightly with amusement. “Looking for something?” He stood completely still, his eyes looking out from the shadow of the hood of his cowl, with his arm outstretched the letter gently pinched between his fingers. They burrowed into the back of the woman in front of him like a man might drill a hole into a piece of meat he were preparing for a spit. The morning light weighed heavy on his shoulders there in the open, he felt exposed and vulnerable to unseen eyes but he did not move. He would remain still no matter her response, like an obsidian gargoyle watching over its prey awaiting her reaction.

Misted torture of searching for this paper confounded by her stupidity for losing something like that and not even making a mental note of it. Sun’s rays felt warm and welcoming even in a time of forgetful thoughts, the undistinguished feeling of being uncomfortable lingered within the bones. Arms wrapped around holding onto themselves as locks of brown would tumble across the shoulders, head turning left and right long searching for a hint on the winds gust.

With no sign from the wind a worried sigh would escape, freshly bitten in angst, lips. She could hear her own heart beat within her chest, like it was in her throat. An uncomfortable shift in the woman’s stance set her looking off to her left, over the pool of water and forgotten notions of trees in shadow. Curiosity caught the mind, and Merisa found herself day-dreaming of forgotten memories and history written her eyes closing as forgetting the world surrounding her. In moments pass, goose bumps formed on the arms of the woman. Warmth left her as her eyes would open once again.

The touch of paper against skin, froze the blood as it ran through her veins. Releasing arms and shaking her hands out, reaching out infront of her, touching sunlight with her fingertips. A chill feeling of realization shot through the woman as she stood there staring into the distance retracting arms and folding them against herself once again. Shoulders raised and fell with deep breaths before hearing words escape, falling on her like rain in a dark night.

‘’Looking for something?’’

Was all she heard from the creator of shadow that loomed so precariously like the touches of dungeons and forgotten caves. There was no sound, no reaction, no reason why the woman should not have spotted someone outside with her. Confusion struck again, but pressed it pass the lack of knowlegde of the school and it's ways or what it was even. Her head would begin to turn almost ready to shift in spot to see the dark contender. But found herself curious of the light she could not find. Soft whispers escaped those bitten lips, almost a tremble from such a surprise.

‘’It seems…’’ Her voice was caught, a moment went by before her head would shake softly, barely moving the long locks along her back. ‘’It seems I have lost my note sheet, be it a bother I will have to return to the Main Hall and bother that tense creature of a man.’’ Arms would stay around her, tightening slightly as hands rubbed against upper arms warming the cold touch of shadow. Finding herself once again digging through her mind for reasons and plenty questions why. Taking her mind off these things, her eyes would concentrate on the shadow that loomed.

Sarthas stared at the woman in silence, watching her reaction with the careful study of a creature who watched its next meal. Not to say that this lovely young woman was helpless, simply that a lifetime of being a bringer of death was a difficult habit to break. That combined with the man's complete lack of social skill tended to make it extremely difficult to communicate with people without scaring the hell out of them, or creeping them out in the process. Surprisingly however, this particular woman was taking his frighteningly sudden appearance extremely well. He had half expected her to scream, or back away or perhaps throw something at the cloaked figure who stood silently with his arm held out, the lost paper clutched in his fingers. That was the kind of reaction he usually got, apparently however, this particular woman was not so easily startled. Or if she were, she had learned to control that fear. The very idea, intrigued the man.

Shaking his outstretched hand with the letter ever so gently as if he were coaxing a bird toward him with a bit of bread he spoke once again. “Perhaps this is what you are looking for?” Before the woman could have the opportunity to take the offered parchment, he snapped it back down to his side. That same disgusting smile remained plastered upon his pale lips, as if it were simply a part of his features. “I came upon it just a moment ago and it seemed so very lonely.....so I thought to myself here is a piece of paper that longs for the touch of a friendly hand.” The man paused a moment in his speaking, his eyes locking with the woman's in front of him, diving into the depths of her unique green and blue gaze. He had never seen anything quite like it before and it...fascinated him.

“But how very rude of me, my name is Sarthas. And who might you be?” The man managed the slightest of bows, but his eyes never left her own even for a moment. If his last statement had not been dripping in sarcasm, one might have mistaken the act for politeness. The man, if one felt like debasing humanity by referring to the cloaked figure as such, certainly did look rather ridiculous. If others at the school had arrived seemingly having stepped foot from a renaissance fair, this man looked as if he truly lived in one. From the black cloak that lay heavy on his shoulders to the matching cowl that rested on top of it and provided the hood now covering his head. Everything about the man screamed sixteenth century, from his boots to his clothing which were obviously hand made. It was so ridiculous in fact that it would have been comical had the man not presented himself in such a seriously sadistic manor. The effect turned what would have been funny for most, into tense unease.

There was something about this woman that was nagging at the back of his mind and it wasn't simply the strange divided color of her eyes. It was something deeper than that, far more personal for the strange man as he studied the woman in front of him in silence. His eyes at last broke from her gaze and began slowly picking their way down her face in a very meticulous manner. The man studied everything with those eyes, as if he were running his fingers along her skin, violating the stranger in a very real way. Every single curve, every small wrinkle, every tiny blemish that created her features. The rotting brown of his gaze consumed it all, pausing a moment on the scar that traced her left jawline before continuing on down.

In the darkness of the shadow unmatched eyes would light up with the joy of finding the lost note. The voices that loomed so heavily in the air, made the summers breeze seem to disappear. Shaky hands forced from the arms it warmed to out stretch towards the darkness, inviting herself to taking the note. A discouraged yank back as the man returned his hand with note in clutch. Orbs of blue and green would tear into the darkness, only to find herself staring into deep brown ones in return. The catch of the smile sent shrills down her spine, coaxing the already uncomfortable sense in this school.

“I came upon it just a moment ago and it seemed so very lonely.....so I thought to myself here is a piece of paper that longs for the touch of a friendly hand.”

These words shot through the mind, forcing it to go into over-drive. Her thoughts would echo in her head ‘What does he mean he came upon it…How long was here out here…Friendly hand? This man seems more of a creature than man..’ Thoughts sent shrills down her arms and a small smile to her lips, forcing goose bumps to play against the softer skin there. Eyes would lower and gather the exterior of the man, forcing herself to stare at the cloak that held over the shoulders of the man.

“But how very rude of me, my name is Sarthas. And who might you be?”

Smirked smile would find its place against torn lips as eyes took in the bow and would only shake her head for the moment. A silly conquest of lost notes have found herself speaking with if she didn’t know better, might have been the devil himself. Fingers reached up and found themselves curling around brown locks, tugging almost at the entirety of it. The sarcasm dripped like poison from his lips, this only pursuing a smile to creep across the lips once again. His appearance made her smile, remembering times when things were so simple. His speech and how he held himself, would offer a different treatment entirely. The humanity of standing in such a cold place, when there was light touching everywhere but the shadow he created. Disgusted by not receiving her note almost immediately, arms returned to cross over the stomach once again. And once again finding her debasing from the reality for a moment to allow her eyes to search him once again. Trying to find that something within him that she would know to explain it all, searching with wide eyes as they searched his face.

The cruel fate of being the first to catch the other, dissecting the other, found herself becoming uneasy and forgetting her task at hand. Arms shifted to cross tighter over the body as eyes forced back onto the shadowed face. ‘’Merisa-Anne’’ These words slipped from her lips like an automated message ‘’Just call me Merisa please.’’ The voice held tight, not shaking any syllables as her eyes would return to gazing into the distance ‘Like he’ll remember it anyways…’ Her thoughts dug into her mind, forcing small details to come to mind, such as a gold chain. Her hand would begin to outstretch to the man Sarthas before catching herself and quickly backing away a few steps from where she previously stood. Her heart beat heavy in her chest pondering the realization of what she had seen.

His painfully detailed examination of the woman in front of him paused a moment when she offered her name. The man's gaze slipped from its perch upon her neck back once more to those curious eyes of hers. ‘’Merisa-Anne’’ The voice played over his ears like a warm breeze to caress his dark thoughts. “Merisa-Anne...” He found himself repeating the name as if tasting its substance upon his lips, ignoring her previous suggestion of shortening it. Her next reaction however caught his attention once more as she seemed to reach for him and then quickly retreat upon some realization. It was a curious reaction, like a child's hand reaching for an open flame fascinated by its dancing light before realizing it would burn her. That awful smile remained upon his lips and Sarthas decided it was time to bring the flame to the child.

The man moved in a blur so quick and so sudden it would be difficult to understand what was happening until after it had time to register to the mind. One moment he was standing a good two feet away with that vile display of a smile on his lips and the next he was upon her. His body very nearly pressed against her own, only the tiniest of distance to separate the two from contact. His face, leaned in, the pale skin of his nose almost pressing to her own. In fact, his face was now so uncomfortably close that the shadow of his hood extended over her own features. What came next were words so quiet that even as close as the two had become the woman would likely have to strain to hear the whispered voice. In fact she would most likely feel the words, as his hot breath beat against her exposed skin, more than hear them. “A name is nothing more than the clothing we wear for others to see with their ears. To shorten it would be to leave yourself half naked...” The man paused in his voice as the feeling of a hand lightly pressed to her upper chest following the hem of her clothing for a split second before vanishing.

Before she might retaliate in revulsion the man jumped back suddenly leaving this delightfully interesting woman with the lost piece of paper tucked gently in her shirt. But it was not the same as it had been moments before. There upon her chest was a complicated rose folded form the yellowish paper. The man had not only folded the paper in the short time he had been pressed against her, he had done it without looking and with only a single hand. The idea seemed absolutely ridiculous considering the dexterity and the practice needed to accomplish something like that, but seemingly impossible or not the dark shadow of a figure had accomplished it just the same. Once again the man's voice slithered through the air like a vile snake. “Now if you will excuse me, I have things to attend too.” Sarthas slipped into a slightly deeper bow than he had upon first meeting, yet as before kept his eyes fixed on her figure.
Turning quickly on his heel he began moving toward the large doors of the castle before pausing once again. Looking over his shoulder he spoke one final time. “But don't worry, I'm sure we will meet again.” The way he spoke the words sounded more like a threat than anything else. “Until then, do try to keep your clothes on Merisa-Anne, its only the first day.” With that he man continued toward the castle doors to escape from the heavy press of the morning light. Yes, he decided...things just might be interesting after all.

Finally summers breeze faded into the center fold and forced a simple warmth along the revealed flesh. The tedious session of listening to her own name come from a creatures lips, sent her skin shivering the hair along her arms standing up along their perch. With a soft sigh, the woman’s head would tilt and turn as the realization of the creature she was dealing with. So curious to entice her with thoughts of subdued dreams and lost memories.

The rush of thought and of darkness fell upon the woman quickly, finding herself within the cold touch of shadow once again. Eyes widening as goose bumps frilled to the surface of skin once again, forcing the head to tilt up into the darkness, almost accepting the ill will torture of the other creature. Finding a small smirk to be placed against her lips, finding his presence to loom over her like a small child. Making her feel lost, confused and focused on the creature before her. Unmatched eyes found brown cold ones staring back at her, with the strength within in to listen closely to what he was speaking.

“A name is nothing more than the clothing we wear for others to see with their ears. To shorten it would be to leave yourself half naked...”

This made her blood coil with turns and touches of ice. The freezing in her skin making the stand within her eyes almost unbearable to focus on the convincing ill loom of the man. It seemed as if darkness was rendering its clammy cold hand out to her, and for the first time, she was going to be ignorant enough to touch the devil. Forces of thoughts and lost memories made the delusion of the man that more intense along her frail thoughts.
‘’But’’ She would whisper below breath, inaudible to those listening close. As the man would step away, warmth of the sun would return to her face letting the unease slip away for the moment of daylight on the tender skin. A moment before she would realize he stepped away and her eyes watched him closely, both colors seeming to churn in the circles of lost memories. Eyes opening from the conquest of dark into light, the sudden realization of a sharp uncomfortableness within her chest.

Looking down upon herself, finding a yellow rose tucked away within the crease of her shirt. If anything could make a woman uncomfortable it would be the devil himself that she had such the gifted pleasure of meeting. ‘’Thank-You…’’ Her voice was light, carried on winds like a whisper through the mountains. Her body would turn to face the man as the realization of him being across the grass in the luminance of the doorway, a smile would play on her lips. Within the traces of her mind, finally coming back from it’s death of silence. Thoughts and pressed memories came onto the girl, her eyes would turn to face the woods along her side as she spun back to turn to say good bye but found he had already disappeared into the darkness of the castle doors. ‘’Good-Bye Dark Creature…Pleasure meeting you..’’ Her voice quiet as she found herself alone again with the twisted rose in her shirt.

‘’Indeed a pleasure of unusual fortune….’’ A smile would press against the woman’s lips as she moved across the grass, taking the paper rose from her shirt and running it gently through fingertips of curiosity. Finding herself travelling along the open grass to the wooded edge, gathering her thoughts as she entered the shade of the trees allowing a deep breath to escape her lips.

Suns rays fell upon softened skin, baring from the sweater she would remove from her torso. Giving a moment as a deep sigh escaped her lips, eyes finding themselves scouring the small woods’. Hands outstretched to either side, fingers dragging through the bristles of branches and leaves. Soft hum would escape through the torn lips, echoing around the form as it moved almost silently through the trees. Head tilted upward as the hums escaped her, remembering songs of yesteryear of her days in Romania.

Clouds would puff and shift shape along the patterns of blue above, eyes searching the Grey and white puffs of life in the sky. Cloud reading, something very few people knew how, she had been learning step by step from an Old Nobleman in Romania. She found herself trying to read the clouds, figure their meanings’ figure out their hidden secrets. The mind was lost in scorching skies, pressing fingertips into the branches, gripping and grabbing loose leaves within her palms.

Moments would pass by as she came to the edge of the woods once again the sunlight playing along softened cheeks as they flushed with the heat of the sun. Walking out she would suddenly stop, caught on a tree by the fingertips she pushed into the branches and leaves of soft touch. ‘’What the…’’ Soft mumbles would stop her humming as she took a step back and tugged at her hand , finding her fingers caught in a tangle. ‘’…What could…’’ The head tilted eyes wide open, slightly before digging through the brush with her free hand.

As the branches were pushed aside, the stuck hand would be freed by the many branches that had caught her fingers. Holding the branches aside, a shine had caught her eye something unusual in the woods to see. Digging deeper into the branches and leaves, finding herself half into the tree itself only to reach out and grab this cold to the touch object.

‘’Hmm…Wonder where this came from…’’ The soft voice would disappear into the winds breeze as she pulled from the woods. Moving forward into the open field once again and the suns warm touch once more. Holding the chain in front of her, finding now that it was a gold color how it shined then would hide from the light. The touch of the chain shocked her fingertips after having held it for sometime. ‘’Ow…Darn it…’’ Checking her fingers out for damage she reached down and picked back up the chain once again.

She stood for a moment, her fingers rubbing over the chain as she walked back towards the castle her hand nearly on the handle. Her fingers gripped onto the chain tightly as she leaned against the heavy doors ‘’Darkness…’’ That was all that escaped her lips, as she tucked the chain into her pocket needing to find a lost and found after she had found her own room. Now knowing what room she was due to be in, she would pull the door open for the castle and move back inside with the intent of heading to the dormitories if she could find the right door this time. ‘’And here we go again.’’ She would whisper to the door as she pressed on through.