Skye had no idea why she was doing this. After a long hard talk with one of her best friends, she had just scampered away. She hadn't really thought about going to the trophy room before. She had only been there once before, when she was lost last year. But the third floor was a good place to get away. No one would suspect her of being here; most people would hide from people in the highest towers or in the darkest, coldest part of the dungeons. The third floor was homey, and Skye quite enjoyed finding a spot to sit and go unnoticed the massive hall of trophies.
The glare was blinding from the twinkling chandelier to the trophies. The light seemed to perfectly bounce off each and every one of them and right into Skye's eyes. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all? No, Raven would be looking for her and she had to stay put in one place. Actually that was the complete opposite thing to do. Staying in one place made you easier to find...didn't it? Ah, Skye confused herself. She did look like rather a lunatic, sitting in the corner of the trophy room, legs tucked into her body with her knees straight in the air. if anyone should come and find her they surely would think she was mad. Although she could always just pretend she was playing hide and seek, because in a sense she was...except it was over a relationship.
Skye leaned further into the wall, rattling a few trophies in the case beside her (accidentally of course). She steadied them by spreading her hands out wide. Oh damn, someone might've heard that if they were looking for her. What if a prefect caught her down here just sitting around strangely? She wished that she could just drag a chair from the common room down here to sit on. It would be a lot cozier than the uncomfortable marble floor that was making her rear end freeze.
After her legs got numb for sitting in the same position for a good 34 minutes, she spread them out with a huge sigh. She was tired, and her mind was playing tricks on her now. She heard the bell bong a few times, indicating that it was just past 4 in the afternoon. Every once and a while she would see a shadow from the corner of her eye, than it would dart away. She would hear the pitter-patter of little feet scurrying from one corner of the room to the other. And occasionally, she would hear the loud bang of the trophy room door. She waited for the shape of the sound to appear.