Walking through the dungeons - open

Azrali sighed as she walked around the dungeons. There were so many turns and halls that she had no idea where she was anymore, but she kept walking. She didn't really know what she was walking away from, but something was bugging her. Maybe the fact that she was so cold to everyone around her, the class clown, the loud mouth, the sarcastic dark one, that no one ever realized she was conflicted inside. She ran her fingers through her hair, groaning to her self. The noise echoed down the halls and she felt herself become dizzy as it resignated in her ears. Leaning against the wall she took a few deep breaths, easily calming her head and continued on. She wondered if anyone would find her down here or if she'd keep walking around lost until she eventually died. Had anyone ever died down here? Surely no one would hear her crying from here. She nibbled on her lip as she felt stress boil up in her from every inch of her body. She thought back to the fact that she was in the dungeons. Slytherin territory, not Gryffindor. And it would, no doubt, be a Snake that found her. She shrugged, not caring any more, and let the tears slip down her cheeks, her platinum hair morphing into black as she sulked.