Chapter 4

The New Marauders were a little tired in the morning having been assiduous in their efforts to fix eyelets as rappelling points, pulleys for rope bridges and such. They were elated to have found a trapdoor that did not go anywhere – or rather, a trapdoor that had once gone somewhere but with the fitting of new roof beams below it in some rebuilding phase had left a nice accessible space some four feet deep for the storage of ropes, ready made bridges, spare brooms and other such STUFF as they pronounced the capitals happily. It meant that they might store their illicit equipment near to where it was needed instead of having to try to smuggle it up each time; and that made life much easier.

It had been a bit of a shock however, having to hide behind a chimney when sharp-eyed Hawke hissed

"Cave!" because of the approaching flying carpet, manned by a single passenger.

Being tired it took a moment or two for then to register that there was a new member of staff at the staff table.

"It's the man on the carpet!" hissed Willow.

The Slytherin Marauders eyed the newcomer with renewed interest; he had manoeuvred the carpet with some considerable skill.

Professor Dumbledore introduced the newcomer.

"This is Professor Assim Khan who was a trifle delayed and unable to reach us before last night. He has however arrived in time to take the first years in their taster classes of comparative magic and the classes of those of you who have picked it as an elective. We at Hogwarts are pleased to be offering an ever expanding curriculum; I am sure many of your parents have asked, mystified, what such studies as comparative magic, geomancy and chanting may be; and we hope you will enjoy your expanded range of electives."

He sat down and Professor Khan stood up, looking around with piercing amber eyes, that rested briefly on each of the Marauders.

"Was it full moon on the first night of term?" muttered Romulus.

"Y'mean he couldn't come 'cos he's another werewolf?" asked Hawke "I dunno."

"No it's full moon tonight" said Willow who was a better arithmancer than any of the Marauders except Kinat, and took notice of such things. Romulus was taking Arithmancy as an elective but held that such things as moonrise times and the phases were things that could always be looked up in books and that's what almanacs were for.

Professor Khan addressed the school briefly. He was a handsome man of unfathomable age – over twenty and under forty was as close as Willow could get – with a mahogany coloured skin and shoulder length black hair with a sheen like smoke. Several of the older girls were frankly purring.

"Hogwarts is a justly famous school and I am honoured to have the chance to teach here" he began "I hope that some at least of you will enjoy my subject; for I find it fascinating that different peoples with different traditions approach the way they manipulate magic in different ways. If Professor Dumbledore will indulge me a moment?"

"Oh please; I think even those who are not taking the elective will be interested" said Dumbledore.

"Thank you" said Professor Khan "You know something of the power of names, as evidenced by the protective euphemistic references to the late self-styled Lord Voldemort – calling him 'You-know-who' in answer to the question on the Hufflepuff table over what a euphemism is – but in the Finnish tradition, magic requires the use of naming for all effects. There is something of that in the accepted laws of transfiguration where a Guinea fowl is easily changeable into a guinea pig and vice versa; but it is more formalised in Finland. In the Middle East, the summoning of spirits to cause effects is the main tradition; spirits that you know as the fey, who may be benign or malicious but are all capricious and who must be bound by a contract to perform one or more tasks. Parts of Africa and the Caribbean have loa, great spirits, from whom they believe they get some at least of their power. They have a tradition of using inferii and ghosts to undertake tasks. And this is just a start. Those who take the elective will study other traditions in depth and even have an opportunity to perform magic using other traditions. I look forward to making closer acquaintance with some of you and leading you through the strange paths of the minds of wizards with a different mindset to that of Western Europe."

He received an ovation; the school was interested, and some people who had not taken the elective were beginning to wonder if they should have done!

Hawke raised a hand.

Dumbledore nodded and he rose politely.

"Sir, will we also be looking at the different forms of magic performed by human, goblin, elf, sidhe and other magical races?" he asked.

"Hrrrrr; A good point" said Professor Khan "And I can only answer; that I will teach all I know. Other races often guard the way they do magic very jealously and it is another reason I wished to come to Hogwarts where other races are welcomed, in the hope that this will foster a greater spirit of co-operation and the forging of greater things through the syntheses of different types of magic."

"Five points to Slytherin for an intelligent question" said Dumbledore.

Hawke had in fact decided to take comparative magic as an elective, as had Abraxus; they had assumed it would be the study of different racial magics but this would be more interesting yet! It was perhaps a shame Kinat had not taken the elective – assuming the same as them, he had thought it unnecessary since he could learn Goblin magic from relatives, and had an insight into elf magic through the bloodgroup. He went to see Professor Khan after breakfast, fighting his way past several giggling girls and saying,

"Excuse me sir!" loud enough to be noticed.

As he had hoped the new professor was glad of an excuse to escape coy welcomes to the school.

"Can I help you lad?" he said.

"Yessir, I hope so" said Kinat "I didn't take your elective because I'm afraid I made a false assumption that it'd be about non human magic and I could kinda extract stuff about that from relatives; only now I'm sorry I didn't but I want to do my other subjects too. I don't approve of using time-turners to fit in doubling up on classes, but three of my friends are doing it, so if I read their notes and turn in the homework, may I give it a chance? Ellie takes very good notes even if the Malfoy twins write like an acromantula running through an inkpot trying to escape a basilisk."

Khan blinked.

"Hrrr" he said; a purry, growly sound "Well it's always nice to have more people interested in my subject" he said "I think that we should give it a try Mr er.."

"Gan Konal, sir, Kinat Gan Konal"

"Well Mr Gan Konal, I should think the best thing we can do is to give it a trial and see how you get on this term; and I shall try to give you tutorials out of school time to check your progress as well as by seeing what you write in your essays. If it seems that you are unable to assimilate enough to make it worth while sitting the OWL, I shall be brutally frank. We shall review at the end of term. How many other OWLs are you hoping to take?"

"Ten, sir. And thank you; I'm quite happy with brutally frank."

"Ten? And you still want to take an eleventh? If I didn't know you and your friends had a healthy disregard for breaking bounds I'd start making noises about all work and no play!"

Kinat grinned.

"Oh we seem to manage to find the time to get into trouble as well as get our work in; none of us is expecting to get straight 'O's across the board, if we get four or five from our better subjects we'll be very happy with the results, but most professors only ask for 'E' for NEWTs so we planned to give up nefarious activities for the exams that count and enjoy ourselves with fun subjects as our extras and plenty of uh, extra curricular activity."

"And what subjects are the important ones, if I may ask?"

"The ones that give us the option to be aurors" said Kinat without hesitation.

Khan nodded.

"I believe you must be one of the Marauders; Professor Dumbledore has mentioned you, and that he considers your er, extra curricular activities almost equal training for your chosen careers. I will of course be strict should I catch you at it in my capacity as a professor. Which I was not, last night. You are warned."

Kinat grinned.

"Thanks sir, you're a sport!"

"For saying I will punish you?"

"No sir, for accepting that we'll do it anyway and giving us due warning!"

"You are a startlingly honest young man."

"For a goblin sir?" there was an edge to his voice.

"No: for a fourteen year old" said Khan. "Never lose that; though it may get you into trouble. Now hop of to wherever you are supposed to be!"

"Yessir!" said Kinat, hopping.

Being Kinat he decided to take the command literally.

Khan laughed ruefully and shook his head. The Head had warned him that some of the young people he would be teaching had already faced tests against Voldemort that would make OWLs and even NEWTs look childish in comparison; and that they would bear the mental marks of that, which would make them act in a way that could be taken as cheek if one was not aware that they had done things most adult wizards would be afraid to do, indeed that most adult wizards HAD been afraid to do which is how it came to pass that juveniles had been a major part of the group that had defeated the dark wizard and his minions.

It had been a lot to take on; but now he saw what Dumbledore meant. The boy Kinat had an almost adult assurance that could easily be taken as cheek especially by anyone who were prejudiced against goblins and took it as bravado. He was glad he had been warned in advance or he might have suspected Kinat's motives.

It might be rather good fun here as well as instructive!

Severus had sent Beloc to verify Teague O'Toole of Ballyconny's bona fides and the elf had discovered that he was indeed the lord of an obscure Irish barony, and that his uncle was indeed doing his best to get hold of as much as he might of the boy's wealth. Beloc took a deep exception to the fellow and his attitude; and his rudeness to servants and estate workers alike in his assumption of the rights of the lord of the manor without the proper air of being a gentleman to go with his contumelious assumptions. He returned to Severus with a report, including a goblin accountant's report on the accounts Beloc had temporarily liberated.

Severus called Teague into his study and asked if he wanted legal representation of the muggle kind or whether he just wanted to have his uncle haunted.

"Ef it's all the same ter you sorr, I'd be happy ter have him haunted; but then ef he can be proved ter be diddlin' me, it's in the interests av me tenants ter have him drummed off legal-like" said Teague.

"Which proves YOU have your priorities right lad" grunted Severus "I'll put the legal aspects in the hands of my friend Lucius; and if I was you, I'd make friends with Peeves and suggest he collects some friends to go cause your uncle some serious trouble."

Teague grinned. He thought Peeves was funny.

Peeves was delighted to be chatted to by a first year. Severus suggested that Willow should introduce the boy; Peeves liked Willow.

Teague outlined his problem, emphasising that his uncle was a big fat pompous git.

Peeves grinned wickedly.

"Leave it to me, young Teague!" he said "Reckon I can do you a favour, my lad!"

"Sure, and won't I be most grateful t'ye fer it" said Teague.

"But not grateful enough to put up with you taking too much advantage of it
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Krait was wondering if first years got steadily worse every year.

Then she decided that one child's dire efforts should not blind her to the fact that most of the class were adequate enough, better on average than the previous year so far; with several rather good ones, a Ravenclaw child named Alison Kane, Hufflepuff Emily Bates, both Beth and Annis Shipton, Jem, Senagra, Lynx and another Slytherin named Kate Rosier who kept a low profile, being the orphaned daughter of a Deatheater. Young Fabian wan't bad either. Though there were a few not yet making much of a showing there were only four who might be described as dire.

One of these was a Ravenclaw, unusual since most Ravenclaws usually managed to be at worst poor; but Achille Crouch-Villeneuve was never going to be a potioneer. It was not being half French and failing to understand; because Krait had stood over him and repeated the instructions in her fluent French. The boy was just lazy and slapdash.

Judging by a whispered and vituperative conversation he was a cousin of Lynx through her Crouch relatives and she despised him. It appeared to be a mutual feeling and Krait felt the need to hoist them to their toe tips by the ears using the prefect's curse to explain – in both languages – how much she objected to her pearls of wisdom receiving unnecessary competition from those who talked in class.

While she was doing this, one of the other dire ones, Gryffindor Alex Porter managed to burn the bottom out of his cauldron for failing to pay attention and another Gryffindor, Jake Webbe cut himself on his silver knife.

Krait sent the latter to hold his hand under the gargoyle and put out the noxious fire for the former, waving a hand at the window to open and dispelling the fumes through it.

The other dire one was Hufflepuff girl, Allia Jackson, who had already come to the attention of the powers that be by breaking out in a rash on the train. It had transpired that it was not some contagious disease but the child's own greed; for shamefaced she had admitted to eating a whole punnet of strawberries even though she knew she was allergic to them. Allia was an amiable child but somehow Krait did not see her ever making a name for herself in the wizarding world and hoped that the little girl would find something that she was good at!

Even Sephara as a squib could usually manage to summon enough magic to make a half competent potion after all!

"Well" sighed Krait "I suppose that each house with such awful would-be potioneers has at least one who has some talent to offset you. And Miss Weasley!"

"Er, Yes Madam Malfoy?" Alice was nervous for she knew she had not done well

"That's not too bad an attempt from the Weasley school of potioneering. It certainly surpasses your brother. Keep it up and if possible try to improve even."

"Yes Madam Malfoy!" said Alice, delighted to have something to surpass Colin in!

Krait sighed.

So many children, not all of them happy – the Rosier child only one of the unhappy ones – and so little time to sort them out in.

The Black-Weasley child seemed like the sort of child who was competent at sorting out however, and doubtless much could be left to her. Senagra too was a constructively interfering type; between them Krait had little doubt that most problem children would receive what they needed. And Senagra would have no qualms about asking advice from her older brother either.

Having Marauders was actually really rather useful: so long as they were kept an eye on and kept well focussed.

If only there had been something akin to the MSHG when the original Marauders had been around!

The major problems the majority of first years faced – at least those not of established wizarding blood – was Albert Jackman.

He targeted the likes of Senagra, the Haglings and any he deemed Mudbloods in particular and blood traitors like Weasleys for fun. As Gabriel was in his house he looked on the muggleborn boy as his especial toy, especially since insulting the muggleborn lad in Diagon Alley had got Jackman into trouble.

Gabriel had a surprising protector in Lionel Dell.

Dell had been thinking a lot. He did not like muggles – and he had his own reasons for that – but the muggleborn accepted into Hogwarts had performed rather well, and the duelling contest with Durmstrang had brought that home. Krait's little homily about Slytherin and the true purpose of the Basilisk had also given him furiously to think, as had his embarrassing mistakes over the level of Garjala's honesty through going by what he had heard from adults around him at home. Dell was coming to the conclusion that the muggleborn could not be blamed for having muggle parents and every help should be given them to escape the stigma of their background. It was still a warped view, but at least an improved one. And if goblins could behave with honour, then either what he had been told was wrong, or the goblins accepted at Hogwarts were exceptional and should be encouraged too.

He was still not sure how he felt about elves as future pupils, but if they had been made servile and cringing by a form of Imperius curse, then that was kind of like sending the Longbottoms insane with the Cruciatus curse and not really very fair.

Lionel Dell was no fool. And he did not want to be made a fool of by believing what other people wanted him to believe; and he knew his own family house elf was extremely capable and gently bullied his father and made sure he ate at regular times however tricky the arithmantic calculation he was involved in; and he had spoken seriously to his father, who compiled statistical reports for whoever commissioned them and discovered to his shock that statistics as published, far from being truthful, were often skewed or presented in such a way as to show what those presenting them wanted to show. Sebastien Dell was enthusiastic that the new government seemed to want to tell it as it was. He was currently working on a report for the new administration to find out what proportion of the population did not attend Hogwarts and of these how many were constrained by poverty, how many by lack of ability and how many by other reasons. He was also doing a study on the proportion of goblins and other beings in the population having been given control of a large number of census officers. Sebastien Dell had told his son that even so he would not get a true picture – and so he had told Lucius Malfoy – because plenty of people would lie because they were afraid the census report would be a means to controlling them more strictly. Lucius had shrugged and said that the populace had good reason to distrust any government and only time and the accruing of benefits to more truthful neighbours would bring about full disclosure, but that a start had to be made somewhere. Sebastien was a distant cousin of the Malfoys and told young Dell that he thought he could now rather admire Lucius. Dell had asked his father why the goblins he had met did not tally with the tales and general beliefs about goblins and the way they acted in history; and Dell senior shrugged and asked the boy who had written the histories and who had presented the statistics.

Which comment had left young Lionel rather quiet.

He also spoke to Professor Lector on the subject.

"Well now, I have interesting debates with Kinat Gan Konal on this very subject" said Professor Lector "And frankly a lot of what is written varies from exaggeration to downright fantasy and lies. But until the examining board is willing to accept that history is written by the winner and is always told – by ANY historian, however fair he may be – with his own prejudices in mind, then you students must return the answers as the book would have them. At NEWT level, further research is permissible and post NEWT one might then research all one may and write a book upon the subject. I should like to do so myself; but I like teaching here and I am concerned I might jeopardise my position if anyone believes I would teach outside of the strict curriculum. I have always tried to make you all think about the motivations that led to such things as the goblin wars; and I hold free debate once a week in the MSHG wherein we try to unravel the woolly thinking and downright lies with common sense and any evidence we can glean. You're welcome to attend."

"Thank you sir; I shall think about it" said Dell. "Isn't it wrong to teach lies?"

"If you can prove that they are; yes. But I can only suspect. There's precious little written by goblins, except the occasional rant. Goblins tend to be short tempered; and so getting anything approaching a balanced account from a defeated rebel is hard, and it is difficult to give too much credence to what is essentially a string of vituperation that can be reduced to the phrase 'it isn't fair'; even if it isn't fair. Are the goblins here exceptional? Yes. So are many of the humans. One starts with the best of the best; like the founders of the four houses. And history is in the eye of the beholder. In our eyes, Harry Potter is a hero, a freedom fighter. If he had died, the history your children would read would castigate him as a troublemaker, a warmonger and a blood traitor infected by the blood of a mudblood mother – I use the term as a deatheater historian would do - and in generations, he and his friends would be looked upon with the loathing and fear that goblins often are today by young wizards. The difference is that I think – I hope at least – that those who wrote about the goblin wars really believed their own sanctimonious twaddle and the deatheaters, whilst believing their way was right knew that they were a minority."

"Surely they could not believe it was right to set werewolves on children?"

"What they believed was that blood traitor children and those with muggle blood did not deserve to live; that they were not children but – well, less than animals I guess. I don't really want to fully understand what those sick warped individuals believed, Mr Dell. I take it that you are growing out of your childish prejudices?"

Dell flushed.

"I guess I've been guilty of assuming that if something is written down, if it's sanctioned by the government, that it must be right. But my dad's a statistician and he says they skew things."

"Yes. And a muggle prime minister once summed it up rather neatly; 'there are lies, damned lies, and statistics.' He was not strictly accurate; it is not the statistics themselves that lie but those who use them. I could use the statistic that Voldemort and his followers killed almost as many people as died in all the goblin wars. True – up to a point. But I leave also some facts out. One, that the population is much larger now than in the time of the major goblin wars and therefore the proportions change: but two, I'm not there counting as people the goblins who died as well. But on the other hand, nor am I counting the muggles who died as a result of the disasters caused by the deatheaters. When you take it all into account, Voldemort comes out as a greater disaster than the goblin wars, but you cannot solely measure that by how many died. His insidious infiltration of belief structures, his power to cause fear to the extent that the ministry preferred to pretend he could not return thereby causing more trouble, these things cannot be measured by statistics. Is that any help?"

"Yes sir, I think so; thank you" said Dell. "I need to make up my own mind not take the views of others."

"Exactly; so keep your mind open as well as your eyes and ears. But don't stop listening to the opinion of others; just compare it to your own life experience. You'll soon learn who makes objective judgements and who is talking from….er, through their hats" Lector modified quickly. It won him a grin.

Dell's deep blue eyes were very thoughtful.

He planned to stand back, say little, and watch; bar stopping Jackman beating up on anyone with his reverse knee hexes. Jackman was a boy worth opposing on general principles.

Dell's improved outlook was noticed by the Slytherin marauders, who approved; Hawke touched him on the arm and said,

"It takes a man to admit he's been in the wrong and to move on from that; I guess you'll do" which pleased Dell more than if he had received ten out of ten from Professor Snape on a potion.

The marauders were a little busy to interfere too much in school life, spending most of their leisure hours exploring. They were not the only ones; and they gave time to note and appreciate on the Marauders' Map – after solemnly swearing that they were up to no good – that Lynx, Senagra and Fabian had found sundry of the secret passages including the frustrating one that was caved in that started behind the mirror on the fourth floor.

"They'll get there" said Hawke "Make 'em sweat a bit more then let 'em call themselves the junior Marauders or something."

They were using the skills they had learned in enchanting classes to add to the Marauders' map and were discussing improving on it by having the parchment show whatever floor they were on but project a translucent image of floors above and below, also still showing who was where, to have a three-dimensional concept of the castle. It would require some geomantic knowledge and a level of arithmancy that they reckoned above the original maraudes.

"I bet Padfoot did the actual mapping" said Kinat "He's ace at maps."

"So he should be to teach geomancy" said Willow "But arithmancy isn't usually the long suit of Gryffindors, Hermione and Kinat excepted."

They were busy adding, as they spoke, the stariway that led all the way from the roof in a narrow flight down to a secret door in the back of a cupboard in Argus Filch's room on the first basement level; it had been a nervous moment to open the door and realise where they were, and that Filch was in the room too. Romulus maintained that what saved them was that the caretaker was crooning along to the wizarding wireless in a cracked and tuneless voice and did not hear them; and that Mrs Norris was asleep on his lap.

"Reckon he knows about this one?" asked Hawke.

"Almost have to, wouldn't he if it's from his room?" opined Kinat.

"I disagree" said Willow "There were cleaning brooms stacked in front of the door – not as a booby trap to catch anyone using it, but as though he was treating it like a cupboard. Which it is. And what use would it be to him anyway, a stair to the roof? It's not like it's got any short cuts off the stair to other floors. WE might find a use for it, but not poor old Filch."

The boys considered this and decided she was probably right, since girls ought to know how brushes ought to stack.

Which led to a brief altercation and Willow having to put their legs back the right way round after they apologised to her.

Another passage seemed equally fruitless; it started from a door onto the roof, descended thirty two stairs and stopped against a brick wall. They tried walking through it in case it was like the wall at Kings' Cross, but several grazed noses and brickdust in the eyes later they gave it up as a bad job.

"Wonder where it goes to" said Abrax.

"If we have the map three dimensional we'll be able to see" said Willow.

"Even now, if one of us stood up against the wall we could look for them being somewhere that isn't, or rather see what's next to them" said Kinat.

"Only when we've mapped the staircase in" reminded Willow.

"What if we made the wall permeable to walk through?" said Hawke.

"Great idea – when we've found out what's at back of it" said Willow "But I for one do not want to walk through a wall and discover there's a five storey drop because it comes out in a more recent stairwell; or worse, into a new chimney and end up in the fire."

"Oh. Yeah. There is that" said Hawke.

"Or in some chamber with a three headed dog like Fluffy" said Kinat.

"Go on, think of worse things do!" said Hawke injured.

Abrax chuckled.

"Worst of all – in Sev's bedroom when he and Krait are making out!" he said.

"Wrong floor I think, but yeah. That IS the worst of all" winced Hawke.

The stairway that led to a cupboard on the third floor had a lot more potential; because equally the cupboard on the third floor then led to the roof.

There was surreptitious cleaning of the cupboard and all the cleaning kit inside it hung neatly on hooks for the house elves that would use it.

There were two more trapdoors to explore that they could find; there might be other concealed entrances but these ones were full of potential for the moment.

They had planned to explore the last two one weekend; but it rained.

"Go on anyway?" asked Hawke.

"We shan't melt" said Kinat. "Anyway we can cast Impervius on ourselves to repel the rain."

The first trapdoor they entered – glad to get out of the rain, spells or no – was in an attic full of junk.

"Excellent! I love junk!" said Abraxus. "There's pipes up here to a tank, Myrtle could come up too."

"Heh, look what I've found" said Hawke unearthing a large medieval style painting with a blowsy looking woman on it whose blue gown was cut low across her ample assets and whose white wimple was awry "I swear I really have the Fallen Madonna with the Big Boobies!"

"DO you mind you rude little boy?" said the painting, adjusting her attire.

The painting below her, to which she had been stacked face to face, was of a cavalier, hastily doing up his trousers.

"Oh, right, sorry ma'am" said Hawke, hiding a smile as she assumed the expression of a proper burger's wife, as the brass plate on her frame declared her to be.

"Rather more chased than chaste" Romulus whispered behind his hand to Kinat, who chuckled dirtily.

"There's a door out of here" said Willow "There appears to be something blocking it on the other side."

"See if you can peer round the crack if we all push hard" said Kinat.

"And hope it ain't Grawp snuck inside for a nap in the dry" added Hawke.

By dint of pushing, Willow was able to get her wand round and hastily improvise a spell that let her see as though looking through it like a telescope.

"It's a trunk" said Willow "I guess I can move it with a spell….hold on" and she muttered to herself, levitating the trunk and moving it far enough to open the door.

They were in a boxroom that had the feel of being used.

"Mary Anne Green" Willow read on a trunk "This is a Huffer boxroom; so this is a way surreptitiously into Hufflepuff House. That's handy."

"Not as handy as a way into Ravenclaw, but you never know" said Hawke. "Neat. Now let's arrange things so nobody thinks of looking in our secret junk room….what's in that trunk?"

Willow looked.

"Curtains and extra bedlinen and stuff like that" she said. "What a size it is! Tell you what, help me take out the stuff in it."

"Why?" asked Kinat.

"Because if we turn it up like a wardrobe and restack the stuff in it so it looks meant to be, and pull all those boxes away from the back wall we can put up an illusory wall covering the door and come through it behind the trunk another time" said Willow. "It doesn't have to be a great illusion; people only come up here occasionally, and they'll see what they expect to see. I mean, you might get juniors looking for secret passages out of the back of a dirty great wardrobe, but not behind the wall behind it."

"See what you mean" Kinat was quite happy to work hard if he felt it warranted but objected to what he saw as needless housework – which was any.

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The final trapdoor also opened into an attic room. Willow peered in and hastily drew back.

"I don't want to worry anyone" she said "But there's a body in there!"

A/N Reference to "'Allo 'Allo" a very British Comedy in which the painting of The Fallen Maddona with the big Boobies features regularly as Nazi war loot being stolen and counter stolen. You have to have seen it for it to make sense, sorry!