Jellyfish would like to introduce you to her first published fanfiction. The idea of not describing the main character was deliciously tempting and I hope it's okay :)
The halls of Hogwarts seemed more fitting at night. Torches flickered and shadows danced but very few dared to roam the halls this late. Even fewer knew that one individual had taken a particular liking to it though. The figure moved slowly through the halls, bare feet almost gliding over the cold stone tiles. The person walked aimlessly, wondering around the school with, what most would assume, no apparent reason.
There was a reason though.
This individual believed it was much more fitting to tread these paths at night. While others slept, it was much easier to see what the figure thought was the truth of Hogwarts. The school seemed much emptier at night, but you see, it was always empty in a way. Even when those who currently slept woke and attended classes, the ancient school was still mostly empty. The figure passed old classrooms that hadn't even been thought about for years. There were areas that others didn't know existed, old social areas and moth eaten curtains covered with a fine layer of dust.
This particular individual drowned in the sensation of being alone in this world and these empty halls made the feeling somewhat understandable. The figure roamed the halls to feel less, well, ridiculous. The person that glided over stone tiles felt justified when only their footprints echoed down the corridor. Others would scoff at the thought, surely.
The figure lent against an old statue and looked around before moving to continue their journey but jumped slightly when movement caught their eye. A portrait. The portrait of some long forgotten wizard. The figure stared for a moment before frowning. The school wasn't filled to it's capacity and all the long-forgotten were somewhat sad. Every place held secrets, especially old castles filled with magic. A slow smile spread across the figures face; a realisation had just come to them. You see, even in an grand castle with places still undiscovered, it's still difficult to truly be alone. Even though most slept, they were still there. These cold and occasionally damp walls were covered in portraits, and they could quite literally tell you their life story. Sure, the halls could feel lonely, but in the day young wizards and witches alike wondered through them spreading life through the halls. Others probably felt just as alone, whether they roamed the halls or stayed awake staring at the canopy above their bed. Why let yourself drown and distance yourself from others when you can experience the same joy as another or take comfort in anothers' presence? You have a choices in life, and one frequently experienced is whether to let yourself feel alone or to try again and enjoy life. The figure started walking again, but this time with a clear goal. To go back the the common room and rest.