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Craig Fridhoch passed a hand through his long dark brown hair, pausing when it reached the back of his head to pull out the ponytail that held his hair tight. He casually pulled a brush through it with his other hand, straightening out the crimp the small black band had made after a days worth of wear. Craig was slightly taller than his classmates (wich only seemed to intimidate them more), and though his body's build was thin, every inch of it was hardened muscle. Craig used these muscles many times a day to shove other kids' heads in toilets or dangle them from a sixth story window after they look at him funny.
Craig would admit wholeheartedly to anyone that he enjoyed these tasks, possibly even to the headmaters and headmistreses, and this attitude had earned him his bad reputation. He enjoyed the fear he impossed on others, but also wished that he could show a nicer side once in a while without being mocked and shamed. He ruined those chances though, on about his third week at the school. Another first year had bumped into him in the hallway. When Craig looked up he'd seen that it was a kid from his previous class, potions, and he smiled in a friendly manner. He remembered the boy's name as Ethan. Ehtan smirked slightly before bending over and snatching up the things Craig had dropped. When handing them back he said loudly, "'Nice job failing your first quiz!'".
Craig had turned red and run from the hall, but found Ethan later that day on the south lawns, and hexed the boy to a tree. The whole school heard of the incident, and the three hours it took the Ministry of Magic to remove him from the two-hundred year old beech tree. From there Craig's reputation went straight down hill.
All of this ran through Craig's mind as he finished brushing his hair and dressed in his evening garments. He walked softly towards a window by his bed and looked out upon the lawns below, gazing at the gently blowing trees, and thinking of what he would tell his Duelling teacher in detention tommorow about the boy he'd sent to the hospital wing. It was only when Craig had come to a decision when a flash of movement caught his eye.
Craig stared fixedly out his window, looking for another movement to confirm his thoughts that someone was out on lawns. He was curious to see who it might be. His eyes flashed from one patch of shadows to the next. Multiple times he thought he could see someone, but it was hard to tell with the shadows of the trees moving because of the wind. Three minutes passed, and Craig was beginning to get sleepy, when another movement caught his attention. This time he was sure he saw something, and as he squinted towards a tree about halfway between the garden and forest, he witnessed a figure emerging from the shadows. The darkly cloaked figure stole silently and quikly towards the forest, and paused on the fringes.
Seconds later a bright spot of light appeared, illuminating the figure, and the ground around them. For a brief second the figure turned to look back at the castle and Craig caught a glimpse of their face. It was a third year from the Dracheseith house, and the younger brother of the aforementioned Ethan. Remembering back to the humiliating hallway scene spurred a small emotion in the pit of Craig's stomach. Within a split moment the feeling had shot through his entire body, causing his blood to boil and his face to grow hot. With anger, and a thirst for revenge, Craig pulled on his school cloak and headed straight for the door of the fifth year boy's dormitory.
Quickly descending the spiraling cobblestoned steps in his evening slippers, Craig arrived in the Katzenaugen common room in a flash of deep rage. Only two other fellow Katzenaugens were present in the room, and attempted to cower into the wall as he swept past. Craig lashed out at them as he passed, catching one in the nose, probably breaking it. Before either of them could react he was out of the small, dimly lit common room and into the hall outside.
Craig walked briskly along the tiny passageway leading to and from the Katzenaugen common room, reaching a suit of armor that shone dimly, even in the non-existent light of the night. With seeming ease he rotated the armor upon it's stand and stepped fluidly through the whole that appeared behind it. He was now standing in a dark, dank chamber with a tapestry hanging on the far wall. He stalked over to it and paused to listen for footsteps on the other side. After hearing only silence Craig pushed through the tapestry and found himself in the fourth story corridor on the right side. As the musty old tapestry rippled in his wake, he continued on down the corridor.
Next Craig descended carefully to the third floor, hiding in every nook and crany upon the stair case on his way down. Once reaching the third floor he took left into a side hallway where he found a less used, spiraling staircase that he followed halfway down before dissapearing behind another tapestry. Behind this one Craig found the houself stairway, wich he new led to the kitchens beneath the Dining Hall. In another minute he had stepped into the deserted kitchens, now close to breaking into a run. Only the sound of footsteps stopped him. Craig froze in place, listening intently for any signs that the person might be headed his way. He breathed a sigh of relief when they faded away as, whoever it was walked past the kitchens.
With more caution, Craig proceeded into the corridor outside the kitchens and descended a flagstone staircase onto the second dungeon floor. With two more floors to go and a rage that still boiled in his blood, he quikened his steps, ducking behind a stone statue halfway down the hallway. Behind the statue was a sort of slide that led directly to the fourth of the dungeon floors. Craig descended in a rush of excitement.