Fern was completely, absolutely unprepared for Hogwarts. In fact, she was beginning to think that nothing would have prepared her for this. Certainly no amount of research did. The castle was enormous, and if she didn’t get down to business the first year wondered if she’d even know her way around by her seventh year.
The petite brunette stood at the top of one of many staircases, debating if down was the way to go. What floor was she on again? Sixth, she thought. So down it was. She ran her fingers over a map she had stuffed in her robe pockets- the eaglet just couldn’t resist buying it off of an older student in her common room. And so, being the person she was, Fern spent a good twenty minutes this morning studying it, determined to avoid any mishaps on her first day (yeah, right.)
She was about halfway down the staircase when she thought she felt a jolt. The brunette instinctively grabbed the stone railing as her heart fluttered, but when nothing else happened she continued skipping downwards, humming to herself as usual.
All of a sudden, the staircase jerked again. This time, however, it didn't stop. It was.. moving?!
Fern clung onto the railing for dear life, her heart pounding this time. Why was the staircase moving? Was this normal? How come no one told her this was a thing?!