He had a slow walk, an ambling walk, like someone who doesn't quite know where they're going. He knew he would get somewhere eventually, but he wasn't really sure where that place would be. I was curious. I watched him as he ambled down the stone corridor, which led to the dungeons.

I continued after him, very quiet. He had a way of moving, a style of walking that made you think of a tree in the wind. A black mop of curls fell to his collar at the back. He must have heard me, because at that moment he turned.

I ducked into an adjoining corridor, out of sight.

"Who's there?"

I heard his footsteps, cautious, careful, getting nearer, and nearer. The blood beat hard in my neck. I looked up and down the gloomy corridor. A dead end, as my luck would have it. There was no escape, but wait! What's that behind me? A door handle. I try it, locked. The footsteps draw nearer, he can't find me here, and he surely will have heard me by now. I raise my wand "Aloham-"

A powerful hand seizes my arm.

"Well well, fancy seeing you here, my pet" He smiles, poisonously, placing a hand on my cheek.

"You know, I was just thinking about you..." He runs a finger over my neck, moving in front of me to trap me against the wall. He kisses me, deeply, hungrily, consuming my mouth.