"I figured that guy was trying to pull one over on me," she stated with a bit of a smirk creeping across her lips. It disappeared at the thought of hallways being somewhat sentient. Helpful or not, was definitely an unnerving thought, but Peyton didn't say that aloud. That would be saved for the recap that would go in her journal the moment she got back to her dorm. Firsts needed to be documented, all of them.
"That's when you map the still stuff, and label the moving sections with 'yeah, good luck'", she laughed. "So did the girl have, like, fire powers or something? Or was she just uncoordinated with a zippo?" The whole magical aspect of everything related to the school was intriguing and she loved good stories.