Evey stumbled slightly as she ran away from the Quidditch Pitch and the voice hollering after her, which she could only assume to possibly be the voice of Markus. She hurried up the main steps of the castle and for the doors, throwing her weight into them she stumbled just a bit as she entered but quickly regained her balance as she was used too, staggering through doors, though usually her mouth and hands were attached to another person. Shaking the thoughts from her head, she tried to hurry down the hall, but crashed into a group of first years that sent her sprawled across the floor and their things scattered amongst her. She growled softly and pushed to her feet with the hope that she still had time to get up to the tower before the Beater caught up to her. She couldn’t explain why she’d decide to run, and couldn’t figure out why this one was chasing after her.<br/><br/>That thought stopped her and she bit her bottom lip as she wondered how fun it could be with the other girl before the sound of the large door behind her opening made her change her mind again. She really didn’t understand this need to run away from her, a weird game of cat and mouse as she spun to see if it really had been her before she took off at a sprint down the hall on her left. She cursed aloud when she saw it was a bad idea, as it was a dead end. She looked around quickly, saw a dark enough hidden little nook and slipped into it with her wand drawn just in case as she waited for the raven haired Slytherin Beater to make an appearance.<br/><br/>Evey held her breath and watched silently as Markus found the dead end. She wished that her back wasn’t to her so that she could see her face as she found out that she wasn’t there and had no means of passage to get out of the place. She chewed on her bottom lip roughly for a moment before she took in a deep breath and deciding that it was time to show she truly was a Gryffindor as she slipped slowly from the shadowed nook to lean against the wall on the edge of it. She gave her head a subtle head tilt, bending one knee just enough it appeared she was fully resting on the wall before clearing her throat “Are you looking for me?” She was ready with her wand just in case. “All the way from the Quidditch Pitch, down this little hall… For what? Not going to curse me, are you? I did apologize.” She said, knowing that wasn’t one of her proudest moments and that a few people she had been with, or dated saw her get flustered. She had never been flustered before in her life, until that moment.