slow steps up the marble stairs of the castle, before entering through the large ajar flask doors. clicking became louder, as you moved slowly, head raising as your large antlers perched upwards, slightly getting strangled between the doors entrance.

your wobbly knees seemed to bend, once hitting the stone floors, as you’d traveled down the corridors, before entering the Great Hall’s room, large windows shinning with moonlight, as you’d seemed to get yourself into a garbage can, knocking it over as your snout had gotten stuck in a metal canister.. hesitant winces, as the metal struck a nerve, making you bleed.

worried hooves squirmed, as you’d threw your head back. thunder crashed, as the moon shined on your struggled body, before footsteps were heard.. you’d ended up on the ground, head laid, as your limbs were set crumbled underneath your body.. the tin can cutting circulation..

it was minerva, dumbledore and severus who had came by, checking what all the racket was.. overall thinking it was a couple of students out at night, being ready to snatch off house points before seeing a pair of large antlers and mourning cries..