Autumn was a lovely season, it really was. Abby loved it. There were people, like her mother, who didn't like autumn. She would argue that it was the saddest time of year. The leaves were falling off the trees and everything is dying. It came with almost a sense of loneliness, no? But Abby heartily disagreed. It was peaceful. Not as if the trees were dying, but instead going into a well deserved sleep. Now that sounded lovely.

The air was fresh. More than fresh, and not at all too warm or chilly. There were a couple of others making their way through the corridor and Abby nodded to each in a friendly manner as she passed by. Maybe it was the way that the breeze nipped only slightly at her skin or how small wisps of her light auburn hair caught the sunshine that filtered into the corridor, but Abby felt a smile tug at her lips. She was headed to the courtyard, obviously. Perhaps there would be people there. Which was good because she only knew a handful of fellow students thus far.