starksren:

imagine just walking down a quiet corridor at hogwarts. a vaulted stone ceiling above you; breezes from outside blowing through the arches; the light from the torches dancing across the flagstones; someone’s missing cat running across your feet; the sound of distant echoing footsteps from across the castle; peering into busy charms classrooms and hearing muffled incantations; madame pince busily walking by you levitating a pile of books in front of her; your robe flowing behind you on the way to class.