The first steps on a journey are the easy ones. And it was easy - rummaging through the larder to have chocolate fudge for breakfast, giving her broom a quick polish before setting off into the clouds, turning back five minutes later because she'd forgotten to find robes that weren't covered in strange looking stains. The mundane, the flying, the practicalities- that was easy, too easy.
It was the end of the road Rolanda was scared of. Crossroads, or more accurately, T-junctions because she couldn't keep this up. There was no more path she could walk down, nowhere else she could go but here or… She didn't know what she'd do if she didn't get this job. Hogwarts hadn't been home to her in her schooldays, too many rules, too much writing but now- now it was the last place that could be her refuge. No-where else had taken her.
She flattened her hair with one hand, rearranged her robes. Since when had she cared about her robes? Even when she'd been sent to see the old Headmaster, ol' Phineas, she hadn't bothered to fuss about her appearance.
She hated this. She hated Hogwarts.
But she needed somewhere as home.