Corridor

[Headmaster]

Located opposite the doors into the Great Hall, this corridor has at least one classroom down it, Room Eleven. A side door in this corridor opens out into the courtyard where the students congregate during break times

[Blake Deimos]

Blake walked down the corridor intently searching the faces of people for who he thought journal belonged to. There was only one soul he had really interacted with yesterday and it was Charlotte-- when he accidentally ran into her and bumped the poor girl over. There, their belongings had spilled and mixed for a moment. He didn't know why it hadn't crossed the forefront of his mind before among everything he considered when he panicked for the loss of his own. Blake hadn't read it! He wouldn't want someone to read his, and as curious as he was and wanted to decipher the thick and feminine.. somewhat cursive handwriting, he wouldn't.

[Blake Deimos]

Blake hadn't found her so he doubled back and disappeared among the throng of students entering the Great Hall to return to the dungeons. He had things to do and places to be, better than searching for a girl that would most likely be impossible to find.. he didn't even know her house. Sighing very exhaustedly, he took the stairs down to the dungeons and became nothing in the initial darkness that engulfed a person not to mention the chill.

[Ron Weasley]

Ron descended down the stairs and found himself now on the ground floor as he walked down the vacant corridor,just passing by to make his way to the Great Hall. It was almost six in the morning,he believe to be that and the castle was still peaceful and quiet. He would think that there's a few who would be an early riser like he was. He continued on his way down the corridor.