Follow the butterflies.
"Why can't it be 'follow the butterflies'?" - Ronald Billius Weasley, Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets.
After a most harrowing ordeal in the Forbidden Forest, in which Ronald Weasley and his best friend Harry Potter were nearly devoured by Rubeus Hagrid's 'friends', Ron and Harry were sneaking back into the castle that was Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry. Ron, whom the events of the evening affected at a higher level than Harry, was continually mumbling under his breath. Harry, meanwhile, was trying to work out the puzzle of the Chamber of Secrets, the Heir of Slytherin and the monster they unleashed.
Ron suddenly stopped and smiled. Harry froze to keep the invisibility cloak covering them.
"What?" Harry asked. "Something about the Chamber? You figured something out?"
"There." Ron pointed. He spoke dreamily, his finger held up by the slightly swaying arm, as if he couldn't find the willpower to keep it steady. Harry looked to where he was pointing.
It was a butterfly, flying, delicately flashing through the dim light that the stars and the castle provided.
'What's a butterfly doing out at night anyway?' Harry wondered, but then stranger things than a butterfly flying in darkness had happened. 'Maybe it's a nocturnal butterfly.'
"We should follow it." Ron decided.
"Why?"
"It's a magical butterfly. Come on with me Harry, and follow the butterfly."
"Ron, we don't have time to follow the butterfly, we've got to get back in before someone finds us missing."
"Harry!" Ron admonished. "Follow the butterfly with me; after all, I followed the spiders for you."
When Harry was just about to oppose such a plan, Ron threw off the cloak and charged at the butterfly, the butterfly did not seem to care for a lanky boy storming into its buttery space, so flapped away.
"WAIT!" Ron called. "Come back."
Harry, who stayed under the cloak, was running as fast as he could without revealing himself, but he was fast losing Ron, who, being taller and running free, pelted around a side of the castle. The butterfly flapped to a distant wall, and perched on a window sill. Harry ran around the castle to see Ron sneaking up on the innocent insect.
The innocent insect wished to avoid capture, and flapped through the open window when it sensed Ron's approach. Ron raced to a door into the castle which was close by. Of course, it was locked. Ron started pulling and heaving at it. To avoid the noise attracting the attention of a teacher or prefect, Harry hurried over and pulled out his wand.
"Alohamora!"
The door inched open, and Ron ran in, hunting for his butterfly.
"Ron!" Harry whispered angrily as Ron pelted around the corner and out of sight. Harry wrapped the cloak around himself, and tried to follow Ron before he got himself into trouble - or worse.
'I shouldn't have made him come with me. It's affecting him badly.' Harry thought to himself. The trail seemed to be going cold, but every time Harry thought Ron had lost him, he gained sight and or sound of him once more.
As for the butterfly, all its life it had been well served by the thought that up is safer. So the butterfly flew up, until it found a sunflower it could rest on.
Ron was soon on it, but the tall, ginger-haired boy seemed wary of approaching the butterfly. This gave a cloaked Harry the chance to join Ron, all the way up on the seventh floor of a tower they'd never been to.
And Harry, Ron, the Butterfly and the Sunflower were not alone.
A first year, judging by her size, Ravenclaw was with them. She, however, was engaged in a one-way conversation with the door knocker. Harry wondered why she was out of her common room at this hour with all the dangers around, but after all, he knew he was not one to judge.
Ron though, espousing any manners, decided to make a grab for the butterfly perched on the Sunflower in the girl's dirty blonde hair.
Of course, Ron missed, the butterfly flew away, and the girl gave a small cry of pain when Ron emerged with a fistful of her hair.
The girl's voice seemed to partially bring Ron out of his butterfly hunting reverie. He released he was in a part of the castle he had never been with a girl he had never seen.
"Hello, Ronald Weasley." The girl said before turning around. "Have you come to speak with Hansen?"
"H-Hansen?" Ron asked. The girl turned around to face him, wide blue eyes staring, unblinkingly at him. Ron started slowly backing away.
"Yes, Hansen is Georgina, and will be Brian, unless he wants to be Jacqueline tomorrow."
Ron's eyes widened as he felt around on the balcony behind him for the stairway. This girl made Percy seem like he always made perfect sense.
"Hansen doesn't have much to say right now. But he knows some excellent puzzles if you knock on him. Would you like to try?"
"Err...no thanks...I'll be going now...nice to meet you and all..."
"I'll see you later Ronald. You have the most handsome toenails."
Ron glanced at his completely shod feet. Quite freaked out, Ron pelted past an equally bewildered Harry Potter, mumbling "I'll never follow the butterflies again."