Whilst the others spoke with the professor, she gave them half an ear.. but had returned to her writing.. her quick, neat scrawl filling up the scrolls she had brought along in record time.   Letters for her mother and father..  yes her mother was dead, but every year when she wrote letters home, she included a seperate one for her deceased parent.. and honestly no one was quite sure what happened to it after that.  The one for her father was slimmer and probably less detailed. The one she wrote to her grandparents was full of elaborate swirls and details about the castle.. the grounds, the teachers and the new students... for her twin she wrote only about the people he had known here, and some other private snippets. She never shared these letters with anyone here. But once they were done, she gathered up her burden of parchment, quill and ink.. and slunk back up the stairs to the girls dormitories, to her room. She stasthed her things, tucked them away into the chest at the end of her bed and locked it shut.. kept the key on a slender chain around her neck.<br/><br/>When she desended again she only cast a soft, questioning look at the others.. let her eyes rake them over whilst they were otherwise occupied.. and then she headed for the portal.  Out she went, off to seek adventure, mischeif, or.. who knows. Perhaps she was looking for someone inparticular, an old playmate or a new one.  Excited about the treasure hunt, but wary of something else.. a prickling along her skin that hadn't boded well for her.  Drawing the edges of her sweater close over the filmy lace of the bodice of her blouse as she meandered out.<br/><br/>((To the corridors))