The stink of urine and meat floods his head as he makes his way across the room. Sidestepping rat skeletons and a hippogriff, Remus finds a chair buried in the debris. "Has anyone visited recently?"
With a grunt, Sirius looks up from the bottom of the wall, as if he slid down several hours ago and didn't even notice. "Nobody's been here in weeks."
"Right," says Remus, knowing it's anything but that. As he lowers onto the chair covered in bundled cloth, a sickening crunch enimates from it's folds.
"Mind the skulls," says Sirius flatly.
