Scenario #7

Avery could not find her headband. She had been using it the previous night, but it must have fallen off part way through her aimless wandering. It didn't help that she had no recollection of what path she took. Her next lesson was in an hour or so, but she had to find it before then. Some parts of Avery hoped that someone from one of her classes had picked it up and waited to give it to her, but as of her first two classes of the day no one had done so. 

Despite Carolyn's directions Avery took at least another half-hour to get back to her dorm. She couldn't remember any of the instructions, except that she had to do something at some painting of Minerva. Whoever that was.

She considered taking a look outside as she approached the doorway to the gardens, but decided against it. There were far too many people, and she ran the risk of being unintended target practice. 

Avery approached a flight of stairs and scanned every step, rubbing her temples in frustration. She turned around and looked back at the hall behind her, watching the students rush in and out of various rooms. At least she wasn't bored, Avery supposed as she fiddles with the cuffs on her jacket. Looking for this stupid headband gave her something to do. If she wasn't looking for it, she'd be sitting in her room, staring at blank walls. 

Keeping the thought in her mind, Avery hesitantly started to walk up the stairs, pushing a clump of blonde hairs out of her face. She really needed that headband.