Their pondering was short lived however, as just moments later they were stirred into action by a rather loud, high pitched scream coming from the floor below. Laxus woke with a start and growled at the ground, he didn't like being woken up. Audax growled also, but at the door and made to move towards it, but Callidus stopped him.
"What do you think you're doing?"
"Somethin's wrong Cal, I don't like this."
"Dax, its Hogwarts. I'm sure there is a perfectly logical reason for that scream and the last thing Dumbledore needs is for us to be out in the corridors. Plus, if you don't recall, the last time we tried to leave the room it was YOUR head that got stuck in that door."
"I bloody know where we are Callidus; I just have a bad feeling. That scream made the hair on my ears stand up."
Callidus made to argue about how untrue that statement was as obviously if Audax's hair had stood up so would his own, however before he could open his mouth they were interrupted. Shooting up directly from below was a young girl, in her early teens. Her hair was in two neat pigtails tied with matching ribbons, and she was sporting a Slytherin uniform. She seemed like any normal student, except that her hair was lank and lifeless, her uniform was extremely worn looking, she was deathly pale and also notable was the fact she flew in from the ground below. It was all a little obvious that this girl was in fact, dead.
As soon as he saw her Laxus began to growl and snarl, having never adjusted to ghosts despite the time he had spent in their midst. Audax reacted less extremely, tensing up and this time his hair actually did stand up. The girl didn't look feared, as clearly she knew they couldn't hurt her, but to reassure her that that wasn't even their intent, Callidus let out a playful woof, an act that earned him a confused look from both of his brothers.
The girl looked at them with the same sour demeanour that she'd had since entering the room, and waited a moment before speaking.
"Which one of you is Callidus?"
Callidus raised his head above his brothers, and habitually Dax and Lax lowered their own slightly. The girl looked at him carefully before she opened her lungs in what can only be described as an assault on the eardrums.
"HOW DARE YOU NOT COME TO SAVE ME? I COULD HAVE BEEN DYING. I COULD HAVE BEEN BEING KILLED AND YOU WOULD NOT DO A THING! WHAT SORT OF HORRID GUARD DOG ARE YOU?"
With that final ear splitting syllable, as quick as she arrived, she was gone and the brothers looked at each other in complete and utter confusion.