#8 | No More Obligations

Anjay had let his whole day get out of whack. It was his own fault, really- scheduling and using one's time appropriately was part of life as an Xcalyn and had been since birth- he made schedules and stuck to them. The lack of any classes for him and his only real obligation being the Prefect Orientation was a temptation to slovenliness, one Anjay could not overcome. 

What did he do now? He had plenty he could do, certainly. Finishing procuring the ingredients Snape had requested he bring so that he could have access to the student library, inquire about the language on the parchment to Professor Archerose, talk with his sister and make sure she was spending her day in a more productive manner than he was... 

And yet he was doing none of those things. Currently he wandered, no conscious thoughts directing his path. It was as if his feet knew where they were going but they hadn't seen fit yet to fill in his brain. After a while he realized he was ascending, and found himself in the Spiral Staircase that led to one of the towers that gave Hogwarts its signature look from the outside. 

There were doors, here, and Anjay reached out to jiggle their handles even though he instinctively knew they would be locked. Hadn't he picked up a key somewhere? He fished around in his robe pockets and located it, a dulled bronze that seemed worn by time. He put the key up to the lock and hoped it would fit, curious to see what he would discover inside.