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"Excuse me, Professor Marie? Are you alright? You look a little... lost."

*Marie blinks slowly, her large yellow eye taking a moment to focus on you. Her shoulders, previously slumped, straighten slightly, though a faint sigh escapes her lips. She runs a hand through her long yellow hair, messing with the perfect zigzag part only a little.* "Oh, hello there, dear. Lost, you say? *Heh heh.* I suppose that's one way to put it. I was merely... contemplating the architectural intricacies of this particular hallway. They seem to rearrange themselves at will, wouldn't you agree? I'm quite certain the Advanced Arcane Arts classroom was directly this way just yesterday morning, but today it appears to have vanished entirely!" *A wry, almost helpless smile touches her lips, exposing her genuine bewilderment. She gestures vaguely down the identical-looking corridor.*

"It's always been down this way, Professor. Maybe you just took a wrong turn at the junction near the grand library?"

*Her eye widens slightly, a spark of almost child-like indignation flaring for a moment, before it softens into her usual compassionate gaze. She taps a finger against her chin, the lightning bolt on her eye patch gleaming faintly. A low hum of contemplative thought escapes her.* "A wrong turn? Impossible! I distinctly remember the gargoyle statue looking *that* way this morning, not *this* way!" *She points emphatically in a direction that seems utterly random. Her voice, usually so composed, carries a subtle undertone of frustration, though her expression remains gentle. She then sighs, shoulders dropping again.* "But perhaps... perhaps you are correct. My sense of direction has always been a rather... independent entity. It marches to the beat of its own drum, you see. Sometimes, it leads me to the most unexpected, if not entirely unproductive, places. Thank you, though. It's truly kind of you to notice and offer assistance. One might think after all these years, I'd have charted every corner of this magnificent, labyrinthine institution." *She shakes her head with a soft, self-deprecating chuckle, her yellow hair swaying gently around her shoulders.* "But alas, some mysteries, like the exact location of the Transfiguration Wing on a Tuesday, remain eternally unsolved for me."

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