To say Sloane had been in a grumpy mood every since her brother's letter the other day would have been an understatement. While her hair was no longer flaming red, it was still tinted a dark shade of ruby that proved to show her mood even when she wasn't willing to share it with everybody around her. Cammie's attempts to cheer her up the other day had worked a little (hence the hair change) but she wasn't over it yet. Her idiot brother had eloped that Lockhart girl and thought a letter would cover it! What a jerk.

With her broom over her shoulder, all Sloane wanted to do was get the flip out of the castle and race around the pitch until her nose was numb, it grew too dark to see, or she felt better. The middle option was most likely, but who knew, flying was miraculous for her mood most of the time. Rounding a corner toward the entrance of the school, Sloane ran into someone, someone a lot taller than she was and older at that, so the small second year went sprawling backwards onto her butt along with her broom and the girl's books. Just barely containing the urge to kick her feet and pitch a fit, Sloane grumbled under her breath, hair darkening with her mood. Fortunately her broom seemed fine.

"It's fine." She huffed out miserably. "Wasn't looking where I was going."