Re: 10th floor stairwell, 12:05 am
Hannah wondered where the figure - she decided that it was a woman, even though it was impossible to be sure - was going, if she wasn't looking for anyone. Perhaps she was just trying to get back to her apartment, although she drew a blank as to why the prince's ball would have been held in an apartment building.
"I... I can't quite remember." She frowned, glancing up the stairs as if it might help jog her memory. "I was supposed to leave by midnight, you see, because the magic only lasted that long-- the footmen turned back into mice, and so did the horses." She gestured down at the group huddled around her feet. "But my dress didn't turn back into rags, and I still have the glass slippers." Part of her wondered if telling the mysterious woman all of this was such a good idea, and another part had no idea where she was coming up with this stuff - but they weren't large enough to have much of an impact. "I'd like to find-- the prince, I think." She didn't sound entirely convinced, and there was something about a stepmother and stepsisters tugging at the back of her mind. "I don't want to go back home to them, not yet."