It was that ugly man again, but this time he didn't notice my presence. He dashed out yelling something about a broken flowerpot in the third floor. As the man forgot the door open, I took my chance and entered the room which happened to be an office, probably his office, a very small and messy one, lighted only by an old oil lamp on the man's desk.
I walked around the desk to see the room, in a corner, something caught my attention. I found a small round bed and a milk plate nearby. I felt happy and excited for a moment and if I could smile I surely would have smiled brightly. It was her bed I was standing in front of. But the sensation gone away to be replaced by that strange emptiness I had felt before, as I realized she was not there.
I don't know how long I stayed standing like this, standing there lost in my thoughts. Perhaps an hour or more.
Suddenly I herd steps in the corridor, and as far as I could hear they were getting closer any second. My heart started pounding like mad and I hid under the desk as soon as my feet allowed me, my eyes closed and my paws over mu head.
The steps stopped in front of the office door and I could see a student looking inside the room from my hideout, but it soon walked away as he saw there was nobody inside.
It took me some minutes to recover from the fright and I finally decided to get out of where I was. I thought it was already time to go back to the Gryffindor common room, but I wanted to take a last look at the place before I left. It was HER room, and after all the trouble that was getting in there I couldn't just walk away.
I jumped to the desk, next to the only window there was, to have a look at the lake. It was not as I was going to see much in that moonless night, but...
For the second time in less than an hour I herd steps and I tried to jump back to the floor, but I slipped on some paper and the oil lamp fell to the floor and broke into pieces. I desperately looked at the fire that I accidentally had began and that now was burning the papers on the floor, then I realized that I was not the only one who was looking at it. Standing in the door there were the man and my inspiring muse looking at me and the fire alternately with horror in their eyes.
I walked around the desk to see the room, in a corner, something caught my attention. I found a small round bed and a milk plate nearby. I felt happy and excited for a moment and if I could smile I surely would have smiled brightly. It was her bed I was standing in front of. But the sensation gone away to be replaced by that strange emptiness I had felt before, as I realized she was not there.
I don't know how long I stayed standing like this, standing there lost in my thoughts. Perhaps an hour or more.
Suddenly I herd steps in the corridor, and as far as I could hear they were getting closer any second. My heart started pounding like mad and I hid under the desk as soon as my feet allowed me, my eyes closed and my paws over mu head.
The steps stopped in front of the office door and I could see a student looking inside the room from my hideout, but it soon walked away as he saw there was nobody inside.
It took me some minutes to recover from the fright and I finally decided to get out of where I was. I thought it was already time to go back to the Gryffindor common room, but I wanted to take a last look at the place before I left. It was HER room, and after all the trouble that was getting in there I couldn't just walk away.
I jumped to the desk, next to the only window there was, to have a look at the lake. It was not as I was going to see much in that moonless night, but...
For the second time in less than an hour I herd steps and I tried to jump back to the floor, but I slipped on some paper and the oil lamp fell to the floor and broke into pieces. I desperately looked at the fire that I accidentally had began and that now was burning the papers on the floor, then I realized that I was not the only one who was looking at it. Standing in the door there were the man and my inspiring muse looking at me and the fire alternately with horror in their eyes.
