There was no-one there. Paranoid. Just paranoid. It had been a nice day today. Probably been loads of people up and down here all day long, leaving behind traces of themselves.
Lavender realised too late that she wasn't paranoid, her paper-wrapped portion of chips tumbling to the ground with a soft thud as her face was pressed up against the wall. She gasped, turning her head and scraping her cheek on the rough brick.