Closed Lost, Again

[Charles Abberline]

He closed his eyes for a moment and let out a breath of air whilst doing so. How the Ravenclaw had managed to get lost in the castle this time he did not know, but it had apparently happened again while on his way to his Defence Against the Dark Arts class. It had been two years since he transferred to Scotland but the castle seemed to be even more complex than the one he used to go to school to. He looked around the corridor in the hope that someone would be walking his way so he could ask for directions but the corridor was as empty as could be at this time of the day. ''Why can't you just remember the way to class like everyone else, you bloody idiot.'' he kicked himself. Guessing that at this point he was much too late for his DADA class, Charlie leaned against one of the walls in the corridor he'd been standing in for the past minute or so, and let himself slide down the wall to sit on the ground, looking utterly defeated. He could not miss any of his classes during this period of the year but he kept getting lost at least once or twice a week still - if only there had been a spell that would allow him to make a map of the place so he could remember it better. He wished that he had never left New Zealand. Things were easier in New Zealand... more fun. He had friends there, his chess club, his housemates and Rose, who knew exactly how to cheer him up in situations like this. Charlie sighed again, looking up at the high ceiling and closing his eyes once more. Thankfully the year was almost over.

 

[Ella Arora]

((Sorry this is so late!!))
It was Ella's last year, and she still didn't quite feel like she had gotten used to this school. It was better than Durmstrang, but that was really all there was to be said. By the time Ella had transferred into her year, it felt to her like everyone else already had friends, so she stayed by herself. That was fine with her, it was what she was used to. It was fine by her. But she did take notice of new transfers, just in case any of them were as alone as she was. So when she saw Charlie Abberline sitting on the ground in the corridor, she knew exactly who he was. She wasn't sure if he knew who she was. They were in the same year, but Ella wasn't someone who stood out. She contemplated walking past him as if she hadn't seen him, but she was curious about what he was doing. She hesitated for a moment. "What are you doing?" She asked then, a frown on her face.