Slip

*midnight, with the torches guttering in the main corridors and extinguished along the less-used hallways*

*and down one of these creeps a small figure, straining his senses to the utmost, far from his common room but intent on learning these remote byways by heart*



*pauses to pull out his journal, careful to keep the wall to his right so as not to get turned around, and writes a few ragged lines in the pitch dark*


Secret door behind tapestry on the seventh floor leads to the fourth floor twenty paces from the empty classroom with the lion on the doorknob


[[His strike line wavered, so underlined material is readable. Yes, he's out after hours, and might encounter anyone -- a certain Ravenclaw sixth-year, for example.]]