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Miguel was fairly certain the staircases were doing this on purpose.
He had left the Hufflepuff common room with what he thought was plenty of time to spare. Unfortunately, Hogwarts seemed determined to prove that logic, schedules, and common sense had little place within its walls.
The first staircase had shifted just as he reached it. The second had decided it would rather connect to an entirely different corridor. The third had moved while he was halfway across, leaving him standing bewildered in front of a portrait of a wizard who had laughed so hard at his expression that he'd nearly fallen out of his frame.
Now Miguel was running. His satchel bounced against his side as he hurried up another flight, dark curls sticking to his forehead. Somewhere overhead, a flock of enchanted birds perched among a cluster of windows let out a cheerful warble that felt suspiciously like they were mocking him.
"C'mon!" he muttered. "Professor What's-His-Name is gonna kill me if I'm late again."
The staircase beneath him gave a low groan. For one glorious second, it remained still. Then it began to shift.
"żEn serio?"
He broke into a sprint, and when his foot landed the stone vanished beneath him. One leg plunged straight through the staircase up to his knee.
"WHOA!"
His books flew from his arms. Momentum carried the rest of him forward until he was sprawled awkwardly across the steps, clutching the stone with both hands while his trapped leg stubbornly refused to come free.
"ĦAYÚDAME! HELP! SOMEONE! PLEASE!"
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