Hayden usually didn't wander around the castle. He had other things to do with his life. Like study or bother Lisa or hang out with friends or bother Anna or eat pudding or bother Lisa and Anna at the same time. But he woke up that Saturday and realized that even though he knew the castle pretty well, he had never really given himself an official tour of the castle. So it was time for the tour to begin.

He pulled himself out of bed and went to wash up, get dressed, and begin his day. He looked very clean and tidy just the way a tour guide should. He even brushed his hair for the occasion. Don't anyone expect him to brush his hair for the next seven years. It isn't going to happen. Now his mum was definitely going to attack him over the holiday break and pull at his head until not a hair was out of place while he had to stand there and smile and pretend to not hate it when his aunts pinched at his face or told him how handsomely he was growing up, but don't expect him to brush his hair himself.

He began his tour with his favorite part of the castle. The kitchens! That was where they kept the pudding at all times. They never had pudding for breakfast so Hayden just skipped the whole Great Hall thing and went straight to the helpful little pudding making elves. He wasn't usually the only one down there causing the little guys to run around in a mad dash to cure the fifty cases of sweet tooth they saw every day.

Next he showed himself moaning Myrtle's bathroom, but he didn't go in. It was a GIRL'S lavatory after all. Eventually he ended up in the trophy room. He had only ever been in there while passing through to take a short cut to some of his classes. But today he stopped and looked around at all the awards. There were awards for crazy things he had never heard of.

Quidditch awards, academic awards, cleanest student awards, cleanest owned toad. The list would go on forever. He felt like the greatness of all the students before him was right there in that room, recognized forever. It was like their greatness was choking Hayden and pulling him under. He was choking on pure greatness. But all he could do was stand there and attack himself with more amazing people as he read name after name and achievement after achievement.

It was Saturday, and Kate didn't exactly want to get lost within the school, so she decided to go for a little inside-walk and look around. As she walked down from the Gryffindor Tower, she walked past the portraits on the way down the moving staircase, and past the Great Hall.

Today was one of the only days that she wasn't carrying around a book or a bag with her journal and pen in it. In fact, she hadn't brought anything with her. When she had woken up that morning, she had almost grabbed it, before deciding to leave. Thus, she got dressed, pulled her hair up in a pony-tail, and bounded out the door, and through the common room, telling her room-mates and friends in the common room that she would see them at lunch or later, depending. If she had to, she could wait until dinner. She wanted to take in as much as possible in one day.

She walked up a couple flights of stairs, passed a very barren and broken up lavatory. As she walked past, she could swear she heard someone crying, but continued on, anyways, shaking her head. She must be hearing things. Of course, it was a magical castle, and she knew there were ghosts, but she had woken up quite early, considering the night before she and her roommates had stayed up late talking about the classes and getting settled at Hogwarts.

As she kept walking, she turned a few corners, saw more portraits, and suddenly saw a door on her right. Curious, she walked in - after all, she didn't hear crying in this room! As she entered, she saw a boy who seemed extremely interested in all of the trophies. Trying not to disturb him, she started walking around, looking at all of them, and soon became quite curious as well, thus started reading a few.

How had she ended up here, anyways? Summer had never wanted to look at some stupid trophies given to some rich Slytherin boy for donations, she never cared for quidditch either, but her friend had just made her go since her friend was busy, Summer wasn't- basically, her friend wanted to know if her father was in there. You'd think something personal like that would be done by yourself, but hey. Summer's friends were weird sometimes!

Swinging open the door lazily, she found two other first years already in there, both staring intently at the inscriptions of trophies. Well, the girl actually seemed more interested in the boy, but that made her situation even more awkward! "Um, hi?" She shook her head. Why was she even talking?

Kate jumped, hearing a girl's voice. Turning around she saw a fellow Gryffindor standing there, looking awkward and nervous. Knowing that feeling, Kate tried not to make things worse, and smiled at the girl.

"Hey." She said, "You're a Gryffindor, too? I'm Kate Sanderson, First year." She said, and looked around.

She hadn't realized how large this room was, and glanced around at all of the shelves filled with trophies. She couldn't help but think that she wanted one of her own. She knew she could never get in in Quidditch - she was terrified of flying! - and she probably couldn't get one in things like The Famous Trio did. She probably didn't have it in her - even if she was in Gyrffindor. Honestly, it surprised her that she was.

Summer smiled at Kate. Summer had seen her being sorted, and remembered her being sorted into Gryffindor too. She seemed like a pretty decent person. "Yeah, I'm a Gryffie." Kate went straight back to looking around at the trophies. It wasn't a very inviting motion, but Summer walked in anyways. Now, where was that trophy she was looking for? There were tons of trophies ALL over- that made sense, ever since reading Hogwarts: A History,. she knew how much history the school. Equals MANY MANY MANY DECADES.

The section where the Quidditch trophies were kept looked promising; Kate and the Hufflepuff boy were over there too. She looked around, but didn't see anything related to the trophy her friend was looking for. She reached over to move one aside, when her elbow kind of popped to the side and hit the wall. "OW!" Her reaction to this was to pull her arm away from the wall, sending a dozen trophies crashing to the ground. She hurriedly started to pick them up, if Filch saw them scratched up and a little dented like this, she would be in LOTS of trouble.

One of the scratched up Quidditch trophies caught her eye, it was read James Potter, Gryffindor Seeker on it. "Hey, isn't there a James Potter that goes to Hogwarts?" Summer looked at the date. "But this was awarded to him a long time ago... how can that be?"

If there was one thing Hayden couldn't stand it was chatty girls. But today they had done something for him. They had snapped him out of his crazy little choking attack he had when he had seen all the trophies. But really all it took was one word. They didn't need to keep talking. They sort of reminded him of his little sister. The difference was, when she talked no one understood her, it wasn't just Hayden. Figuring they didn't care if he was there or not he moved over to another side of the trophy room.

He was looking over academic trophies now. How did kids do SO well in all of their classes? That was just ridiculous. No one should be allowed to be as smart as that Pector Petrem guy. He had about nine certificates for random things. Best transformed transfiguration. Most charming charm. And a bunch of other magical puns that sort of made Hayden sick to look at. It was crazy! Although he did sort of want an award like that. It would be neat to know that years from now some kids might be looking at stuff with HIS name on it.

Like his little brother. Only his little brother would never win anything because he was a loser and failed at like. He can't help it though. That's just what losers do.

He was just about to take a closer look at an Herbology award when there was a loud crashing noise. He walked over to see what happened and saw that the first year had pretty much managed to bury herself in books. "Nice." He was being sarcastic of course. He crossed his arms over his chest and smirked at her. "Boy are YOU going to be in trouble." Because you know, Hayden hadn't done anything. "Filch usually has to clean stuff up and he isn't too keen on kids mussing up his work."