While unpacking, I had refound the little vials of thick liquid and having nothing else to do and a lot of time in my own company (never a good thing) I decided to take a little trip to the Great Hall.
I near the entrance and a small smile slides onto my face as I walk confidently through the double doors. Act guilty you are guilty. I survey the hall, cocking my head to the side thoughtfully.
"Which one..?" I ask myself in a quiet voice, my eyes drifting from table to table. My fingers trace along the vials in my robe pockets as I try and decide. "Ravenclaw..?" my eyes glide up and down the table and I hum unsure. "Choices, choices" I mutter.