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Adrian sat in a semi-sturdy chair in the outskirts of his dorm, doors open so far as to see into the storage closet that oh-so-cleverly disguised Ravenclaw.

His brown wisps of hair fell onto his slightly-bloodied forehead, creating a scratchy feeling in that general area.

In all honesty, he forgot where the blood came from. Oh well, he thought, I guess it's what you pay for losing the respect of your peers and getting sharp blows to the head - and stomach - and chest - and legs - and other areas - for it.

At that extremely inconvinent moment, the chair broke.

Hey, it was just semi-sturdy.

The splinters from the chair did precisely what they were supposed to - HURT. Adrian was invariably used to pain, though.

Not that it really mattered.

With a shrug, mainly to reassure himself that he was in no pain, he took steps towards and through the small-ish storage closet that Ravenclaw House was stored inside. With a quick push, he was outside the door.

Hell if he knew, and hell if he cared, what class he had next.

But, he presumed he had to go if he didn't want to get caught by some prefect, so he'd probably just hide inside some classroom, pretending to pay attention while invariably scribbling incredibly rude things about the teacher to himself.

It was more than a wonder he passed his classes - it was a miracle.

Adrian sighed, shrugged once more, and continued through the rambling and ever-changing directions of the Hogwarts school.

He took one step through a door, the bright innatural light from lit torches blinding him. He winced and faultered, before ignoring it and taking one more step forward.

5:01.