Snip was rushing around the castle and he was sweating. His black hair had a shine and his forehead was leaking. He seemed to be flutrsted. He was very upset inside. He didn't know if he was going to die next. He got out a diary and made notes in it about things. He was quick to put his skill away with his diary into his cloak and then carried on running around a bit. Fred was dead now so he didn't have to worry about Fred giving him punishment for running in the castles.
"Snip, are you ok?" A teacher asked.
"I am fine" Snip said.
"But you are sweating and look in distress. Are you sure you are ok?" They asked again.
"Yes." Snip said and then he ran away again.
Snip was doing lots of running and maybe had ran across most of the castle.
"Professor Snip?" Hermanonie asked.
Snip did not answer. Hermanonie thought this was all very strange. She used her magic stick to make a really small paper airplane that that she sent to follow Snip. It had magic to be able to send her updates.
Snip eventually stopped. He turned to a stone wall. He got out of the magic stick and tapped bricks in a special order.
The bricked moved and with a twinkle they opened to reveal a little dark room. Snip waved his stick and a couple of fire lights came on. He walked into the room and then the wall closed behind him. He had a bookshelf and a chair with a little table. It was his office. He sat down and magicked a cup of tea that floated by him and he picked it up whenever he wanted to drink from it. He had an intensely look. His eyebrows were ruffled. He put his head into his hands and started to cry a bit.
"I'm going to die. There must be a very bad wizard here with very strong magic. Without that woman I have nobody to use as a shield. It saw me through the wall hole. It knows I saw it take her. It will take me next."he said.
there was a knock on the wall.
*Knock knock knock*
Snip looked very scared. He was scared that it was going to be the dark magic coming to get him. He readied his magic stick, pointing it at the wall.
Scaredly he said "who is it?"
