Susan squinted into the slightly warped reflection of herself. Half her hair was already spilling out of the tight bun she'd tried to create on her head. "That's what I get for trying to be stylish," she muttered as she shook her hair down and tried to right it again. Maybe if she had something better than the shield of a suit of armour, she would have more luck.
She noticed a tall man hesitating near the entrance to the Great Hall. There was something familiar about him, but Susan couldn't quite place him. The look on his face drew her to him, as she wondered what could make him look so upset.
Throwing aside her hair pins, she turned to face him and called out, "Excuse me? Are you lost?"