Nightly Wanderings with the Marauders
I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.
Quietly he wanders through the halls of night, cloaked in the gift of his father and holding the artefact belonging to those who tread this path before him.
None shall here pass without his knowledge nor shall they discover him. It would not do for such a person as him to be discovered. Not tonight of all nights. Tonight is for adventures and hasty escapes if so are needed. Discovery can wait for tomorrow or never.
Mr. Prongs wishes to state that left seems to be the likely turn.
And left he goes. Down to the dungeons, into the cold and the deeps that harbour such dark and mysterious secrets. Down in the dungeons with danger at every corner and bats that may or may not lurk in the shadows. But the parchment never lies and the heir to the past pushes the chandelier to the side and journeys further down.
Mr. Padfoot wishes to give a word of the wise. The third step shall give in.
An easy jump to the bottom takes care of that and the explorer on his quest carries on. A sudden gust of wind, coming from nowhere, almost rips his cover away from him. He cannot allow that to happen, not tonight. He clings to the cloak and leans on the wall for as long as needed.
But he does carry on. This night there is but one choice and one path.
There is no direction left to go but onward.
Mr. Wormtail wishes to caution against unwanted watchers. Left-way is filled with failure.
The lion's child quickly glances at the parchment in his hands to see that there is, indeed, an enemy in his path. But the path can easily change and twist and he tip-toes away from the lurking danger.
Quickly he chooses the safest path to his final destination. It is confirmed, many more than he wanders the hallways this night. None has the help he does and he is grateful for that. He shall not be stopped.
There is but a small distance left. Were it not for the chance of discovery he would mark this occasion with a victory call worthy of his ancestor. That will be left for another night.
The boy on his wanderings stares at the portrait, smiling in the dark. He has arrived.
Mr. Moony wishes to remind of the school motto. Do not be cautioned, the pear will act as the dragon.
The portrait filled with a bowl of fruit does indeed have a pear among it. From the air a finger appears carefully to touch the pear and tickle it. The pear becomes a knob and before him the gateway into the treasure of the school opens and allows the wanderer inside.
Mischief managed.