"This is getting ridiculous," Ginny cried, turning the corner and finding herself exactly where she was a minute ago. Every time they tried to leave, they were displaced right back to other end of the corridor.

"Look Gin," Theo started, looking at the clock on the wall, "time is still moving. At least it's not a loop spell."

"Is that supposed to make us feel better?" Pansy muttered, sitting against the wall. Finally something sensible coming out of her mouth, Ginny thought.

"Well I don't bloody know!" Theo snapped. "We've been here for twenty minutes. Draco will have noticed by now."

"Well then where the hell is he," Ginny murmured to herself, looking around the corridor for the millionth time. The only difference from this corridor to the one across the manor was the huge painting hung on the wall. Where there had been a big empty space, there was a grand portrait of Lucius Malfoy. However, the half of his body facing forwards was a skeleton- as if various layers of skin had been peeled back until bones popped out in odd places- the shoulder, eye socket, the mouth, the chest, to reveal a space where the heart should be.

The overall effect was quite terrifying, and Ginny avoided looking at it.

Theo assured them that painting had never been anywhere in the castle which did nothing but unsettle her further.

If only they had a phone to call Hermiome on. She harrumped. Muggle inventions could be useful sometimes. She turned towards the painting helplessly; it was the only clue they had. She searched the canvas for anything unusual (apart from the obvious) or telling of their situation.

She noticed a small string of white text curved around Lucius's staff.

Non omnis qui dimittit sanguinem.

"Theo. What does this say?" Her tall boyfriend came up behind her and slipped a hand around her waist possessively. Ginny leaned back, snuggling into him.

"Erm, All must leave who are not of pure blood," Theo finished lowly. "Oh fuck," muttered.

"Do you think that's a message?" Ginny said quietly. "But we're all pure blood. How would this message help us?"

Theo breathed out heavily.

"Pansy," he whispered, barely audible. Ginny rolled her eyes.

"Yeah as if the witch who banged on about blood purity for nine years isn't pure blood."

"But maybe that's why she did," Theo breathed. "You've met my family Ginny, seen our family tree, and obviously the Weasleys are pureblood. I've never met Pansy's family."

"But she can't be! She's Pansy Parkinson for gods sake!"

"It's true," a quiet voice from behind the two of them came. The pair turned around to see Pansy standing, looking directly at them, a odd look on her face.

"Pansy?" Theo started. "What do you mean?"

She moved back, standing in the centre to the corridor.

"I admit it. I admit to the house. I am a half blood." She looked terrified, but a vacant glaze in her eyes. Ginny took one step forward, but before she could reach the girl, there was a quiet pop, and she was gone.

All must leave who are not of pure blood.

soz about the massive break xxx