Click-clack went Aurora's heels as she scurried through the hallway, her hair blowing softly about her face from the draft that always ran through the castle in autumn. It wasn't cold, exactly, but it was enough to cause her to layer thick black tights beneath the folds of her plum colored skirt. She'd gotten her things caught on the lace of it several times today already, and she had made a bolded mental note not to wear it while teaching for fear of catching on every handle and rough piece of wood she encountered.
She had just been visiting the great hall, where she'd been asked to check on how things were coming along, and was beginning the long return up to her quarters to finish unpacking a particular trunk she had neglected. Personal effects had had to wait until after the classroom was ready for the start of term, and only now was she beginning to regret not having opened it sooner. It didn't feel quite like home without her several throw blankets and scented candles.
This was what she was thinking about (that and the fact that the seam on the left-hand sleeve of her dress seemed to be crooked) when she rounded a corner and ran headlong into Florean Fortescue. She gasped aloud, her hands flying up to meet his chest and brace herself against the impact. Once she had managed to take a step back and look at him, her hand going to her chest now as she caught her breath, she had the chance to take in just who it was she was seeing, "Florean? My God are you alright? What are you doing here?"