Olivia had nothing better to do than roam hallways. She could have hung out in the commons, she supposed, or even caught up on some light reading, but she thought those kinds of things were dead boring and was heavily disinclined to be bored that evening.
She trailed long fingers down the walls, feeling the cool stone under them in a way that gave her an idea of where she was; some hallways just felt different. The other hand held her wand at her side, the tip lit though she was hardly of the mind to hold it before her, and the light wavered as she walked and her hand swung casually, occasionally obscured by the folds of her robes.