#14 So I Could Find My Way

Saoirse supposed she shouldn't have been surprised that things had gotten lost in Hogwarts. It was a wonder that more students didn't vanish forever, let alone objects. Every time one of the moving stairwells took Saoirse on an unexpected journey, she half-expected to find a former student who'd spent the past fifty years lost in one of the many corridors. What would they survive on? Rats and rainwater, probably.

Saoirse was interested to hear that Hogwarts required a magical anchor. She had never thought about it before, but the amount of magic needed to sustain this place had to be enormous. Where did it all come from? Saoirse's father had given her some basic lessons on every action needing an equal reaction and all that, so it made sense that there had to be some sort of source. But then, magic didn't exactly rely on logic.

Saoirse stepped away reflexively as other staff members started to leave. Her stomach had started to feel rather cavernous all of a sudden. Dinner was probably soon, but she was too fascinated to stop listening to the professor's explanation. This was already more interesting than the bulk of information in most of her own classes.

The House fireplace- finally she had something to work with! Saoirse wished she knew more about Godric Gryffindor himself, but she felt more confident with this information than with anything the Hat had puzzled out for her. Saoirse smiled at Professor Archerose.

"I'll go to the fireplace in my common room, then. Thanks so much, Professor! See you at dinner!"

Saoirse ran off down the corridor, wondering if she had time to go to the common room before Christmas dinner began.

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