Reason Vs Insanity
His eyes widened as he paused at the empty corridor with a single door at its end – without paintings or any hint of Hogwarts' recognition. Almost rhythmic beats and howls made the hair at the back of his neck stand. His blood went cold at the tortured scream before a break. His hand went up to his racing heart. What the… He panted, looking around him. Ok, Hogwarts can be creepy. He took a step forward and jumped at another howl. Fuck… What's going on? His eyes darted around as his endorphins built up to a dizzying point. What do I do? Should I call someone? What do I do!
He heard a thud and returned his senses towards the direction. Apart from the painful sounds, the only thing he could hear was his footsteps and his beating heart. His chest was going to explode from breathing so slowly and his head felt tight with tension yet light from it. His eyes scrunched at the scream from a nearer distance. This is it… He opened his eyes and faced the door. His hands paused at the door when he started hearing soft sounds of anguished sobbing. At a loud thwack against flesh, sobbing turned to animal-like howling and endless wailing bawling.
He had both hands on his head, in his hair, eyes wide and brain in frenzy. What I do? What is this? Professor! Should I leave? Is someone dying? What do I do? What is this? Is someone dying? Professor!
His eyes diluted.
"If any of you face a grave emergency, you can use the Arab incantation to the Messenger Eagle of Distress to alert the high staff immediately."
He refocused and pointed his wand upwards. "Saqr ennajd, anjid!" he whispered.
In a white blast from his wand, the eagle cut its way out of sight.
Though the words were unintelligible, a steady voice started speaking from the other side as the sobbing went on. He tried to make out anything, but couldn't. Perspiration moistened his face as he nervously listened, still mentally debating whether to go in or wait. Loud clicks came through and a thud later, the sobs reduced, but the voice went on.
He nervously swallowed. Where is that stupid bird!
"Clean this up, you filth," finally came loud and clear, startling him feet away from the door. He pulled out his wand and pointed it at the door. "What do you mean you can't?!"
I know this voice…! I know those voices! He stepped back to the door as he heard shuffling and displacing objects clack against each other and one finally hitting somewhere inside, eliciting a cry. His heart was in his throat and he kept panting painfully as silently as possible as a chilly gust went through his spine.
He put his hand on the handle once more as he saw the messenger bird's light return. Safe. He pushed down the handle and walked in when the voice stopped.
His eyes widened as the scene and stench hit him full-force in all directions, making his insides attempt to hurl what little dinner he had.
"Mr. Malfoy!" was the last thing he heard as his eyes rolled and he hit the ground in a boneless heap.