Snippet #2439540

///Entering from Dining Hall///

Tonerre rushed through the halls, looking for signs of his sister, hoping to spy her before she saw him. She would be pissed that he had went on ahead, and he was not looking forward to her fury. The rucksack slung over his right shoulder bounced wildly as he ran, threatening to fall off at any moment. The case in his let hand seemed to be oddly calm in its motions compared to its owner. His running steps were muffled by the carpet on the floor. Only a faint rumbling, like a distant storm was heard. Occasionally the quiet was broken by the sound of a door being quickly opened and, after a pause, quickly closed again.

He should have paid more attention to the path he took before, he was too bemused by the little bird. He stopped at a corner to catch his breath, hopelessly lost.