[Corridors] Look up, the stars are fading

[Harry Potter]

Harry awoke, Ronald Weasley above him, shaken. Ron had his hands on Harry's shoulders, and Harry clutched his forehead. His dream had been so...vivid. So terrible. But as Ron started to talk to him, Harry focused on the words from Ron, rather than the nightmare he had just had.

"Yes, Ron. I'm fine. I'm up!" Harry threw the covers from himself, quickly getting dressed into his robes. He said his goodbyes to Ron until their next class, and walked down to the corridors, realizing there would be no time for breakfast today.


Harry walked down the crowded hallway, his head down. He knew at this rate, with his class way across the castle, he would be late. So why rush? Harry knew keeping on a professors good side was almost essential, but lately, once he knew he didnt make the cut, he stopped trying right there. He had gotten himself into a 'funk', and it seemed to slowly be dragging him down.

As the hallways started to clear, and Harry moved easier and more carelessly throughout, he then bumped into somebody, sending his and their things flying to the ground.

[Ella Malfoy]

Ella made her way through the corridor, weaving in and out of people, throwing on her robes over her shoulders as she went, then adjusting her satchel full of things. She knew she could be late, with a bit of leaniency, being that her first class was with her head of house. So, as her realization came to mind, she slowed down, adjusting her slopped on robes. She was late, due to the fact that she had to take a shower and do her hair.

As she looked up, she was just in time to see her collsion with a bot not paying any attenton whatsoever. Her satchel flew to the floor, the flap opening, and her quills rolled out, and her ink was cracked, leaking all over her parchment, and onto the corner of her Divination homework.

"Watch where you're going you slimy littl-" Ella stopped in mid sentence as she came face to face with a boy. But not just a boy. Harry Potter..

[Harry Potter]

Harrys eyes lay upon a girl. From what he could tell, she was around his age. He was captured for a moment by her stunning blue-gray eyes, but then snapped out of it, feeling like a complete fool.
"Oh-I-I am so terrible sorry! So sorry!" Harry babbled, picking up his own tings, then looking to the damage he had done to the girl's things. Using a simple spell, the ink was picked up, and in it's former, not broken, glass case.
Handing the ink to the girl, his eyes landed on her robes, and regret for the help he had given her subsided. A slytherin. A snake. As he looked back up at her, there was something just as familiar. But what was it?

[Ella Malfoy]

"It's fine, it's fine." ella said calming after he fixed the damage he had done. The stress she felt remained present in her voice, but with deep breaths, she seemed to calm.
Looking at the Gryffindor, the boy who's family had torn her former one apart, she noticed his dismay as he caught glimpse of the Slytherin crest on her robes. Ella stood quickly, brushing herself up, and offerin out a hand to Harry.
"Just be caerful next time." Ella spoke to him, a slightly cold tone remained in her voice. Watchers could be anywhere. "But it was partially my fault." Ella admitted, this time when she spoke the stress subsided, and the apologetic tone came out.

"What class are you headed to?" Ella asked.