Nesta slowly walked down the stairs of the corridor. It was a long way down and Nesta thought she's never make it. It grew darker with every step she took. She even slipped a few times but was able to regain her footing.

As her destination neared, she began to think about her first year at Hogwarts. She remembered the first time she met Gwyn and Catrin. How Emerie came into the picture looking for Lily the toad. When the Sorting Hat chose for her house to be Slytherin. And that was only a day.

She remembered when she, Nora, and the Bedara twins were running late for school. How she was granted the title 'Slytherin Seeker'. How she and the twins had saved Emerie from the troll on Halloween night. When she won her first Quidditch match. It was the first time she had ever been appreciated by everyone but herself.

She couldn't forget the time during Christmas when everyone played 'Secret Santa'. The joy on Nora's face when she received her Little Mermaid doll. The joy on her own face when Rowan offered a new Quidditch vest after her other one got trashed by Hufflepuff.

Those memories flowed into her head when she walked down the stairs. Those memories are the reason why Nesta wanted to stay at Hogwarts. Why she wanted to protect it. Why she wanted to fight for it. Hogwarts was more than just a school.

It was her home.

And she will always fight for it. No matter what.

As Nesta climbed down the last remaining stairs, she was greeted by a string figure.

The figure was tall. Its cloak was dark purple with a long ribbon wrapped around its head. Nesta frowned. She recognized that cloak, but she couldn't place as to whom it belonged to. "Tamlin?" Nesta asked. The figure chuckled in a feminine voice. "He does seem the type, doesn't he?"

"Wait...you!?" Nesta exclaimed, realizing who stood before her.

The mystery figure turned around to reveal herself. "Hello, Nesta." Professor Ianthe greeted.