The Great Hall and Everything…

If my room offered a covering of darkness, the corridor was a block of it. As had become the norm, there were no comforting snores or reassuring farts, no mumbled half-remembered lines from the subconscious of sleeping minds. There was just the certainty of the silence which had probably always been there, plus the drumming which had now intensified. Amidst this, I attempted to make myself invisible and soundless. Logic should have told me that there was nobody in the school to worry about any of the sounds that I was afraid of making. Logic, eh, what does it know? A floorboard, the one that always cried out, cried out. It never let me down. The drums kept on in the shadows of the Great Hall and I steadied myself for the rest of the journey. I thought about trees falling in the deepest part of a forest, where nobody…