Your feet made steady repetitive thumps against the ground. Your heart hammered in your chest, though the need for water in your throat and the soreness of your feet was one of the last things on your mind. There was a big fat load of angry behind you, running with almost the same force. Fortunately only almost.

Anything to gain speed, you start heading downwards feeling the weight of fear drive you onwards. Miraculously, you haven’t fell. Though there is still someone hollering behind you. You were utterly oblivious of your surroundings, who was going to care about scenery right now of all times?

A door, a door. There were a lot of doors.so, taking the first one.. door 167. Stumbling in and then quickly pressing your back against the door as if that would help. Though, something to draw your attention away from the unwavering angry dude who had been tailing you for far too long. — a guy, standing there, his expression as if he was a deer in headlights. — he had tidy ginger hair, a freckled face with a bit of a wicked scar.. he was wearing a white t-shirt, some jogging pants and a tie. Uniform tie. A silver and green tie, Slytherin house colours. — a Slytherin.

Wait- you broke into a Slytherin’s dorm? How great.

A low “uh-“ rises from him.

You could faintly recognize him as Theodore Astor.. a somewhat misleading Slytherin 5th year. He had some cereal.