Theodore Nott swore under his breath. He'd taken the wrong way again.

With a sigh that signaled that he young man wore the weight of the world on his shoulders, Theodore leaned against the wall and - for good measure - swore once again. He'd automatically taken the way down to the dungeons instead of up to where his "new" common room was located.

With re-gained strength he former Slytherin finally pushed himself away from the wall he'd rested against, picked up his much-loathed but unfortunately necessary crutches and went off. And then a flash of blonde caught his eye.