⫶ tapestry corridor

@－ ❛ ʀ ❜：silas ciarán。⁰⁵ she was, just almost there and almost to the end of the passageway to move to the other side where she can reach to hogsmeade but knowing the gut of hers telling her the right one. there is it, the voice of the yelling from earlier on which make her disguise herself with the invisibility spell before heading to where the voice was. she want to know, who what and why did this owner of the voice decided to follow, especially preparing herself to attack back if anything–

just a few step and distance apart but she still couldn't able to see the face, unable to tell who was it so she ended up casting stupefy of the latter from the far before making her way down to let herself shown but with the wand ready for the next, "w-who are— silas? is that you?" she said with a questionable voice when she got closer to see the face clearly, "what are you doing here?"

@－ ❛ ɢ ❜：juliette llewellyn。⁰³ the stone . . . hole in the castle wall that led into tenebrous darkness filled his field of sight as the rhythm of his breaths raced after the next lungful. a small voice at the back of his mind tugged him back to his present undertaking. — you're a prefect; no good will come out of this if you follow in. call a professor to deal with this. oh, but by the time you get a professor up here, the student will be too far inside the passage way to catch up to them. it. — forgetting everything behind him, silas darted inside, the weighted tapestry falling in place to, once again, conceal the secret staircase. the faint sound of footsteps descending down wet stone bounced off of the walls surrounding him; silas reached for his wand, grasping the ornate cherry wood with a steady hand in front of him as he advanced, the very tip of his wand alit with a bluish luminescent glow to guide him through the shroud of black.

"who's there?" he shouted out into the void. he didn't know who—or what—he was dealing with. "i promise if you show yourself to me now, the consequences won't be as severe." slowly, cautiously, silas continued to step forward, hoping, praying that a young, curious student would eventually appear before him. "don't make this any worse than it needs to be."

@－ ❛ ʀ ❜：silas ciarán。⁰⁵ a single yell she last heard before she got into the hidden passageway. did she get caught early or did she not take a proper look at her surrounding? with the mindless thought as she decided to brush it off for a moment before she could start walking down the path, somehow just a single yell from someone make juliette feel like she heard it somewhere but she couldn't put a finger onto it. as much as she would want to bring someone but there's not much people she could actually able to trust when come to do something against the rules, or even rebelling once in a while without having someone to talk behind their back.

likewise of the corridor turning dark with the soon to be night sky from the outside, alone not to have any sun coming in to the passageway– juliette took out her wand from her pocket to cast the light spell so she could continue to walk, but as she continued to walk, a small part of her should start feeling cautious from the yell earlier on. what if he or she come in and cast some spell to knock her out and get her with some detention or suspension?

@－ ❛ ɢ ❜：juliette llewellyn。⁰³ in all honesty, silas detested running his prefect duties in the evenings, especially on a friday evening when he was just trying to relax after each eventful week. not to mention that he hated disciplining other students on their surreptitious behaviors when, in fact, he also took part in rebelling against school rules from time to time—although, silas was infinitely more skilled in getting around unseen. curiosity was woven within his nature. he found it hard to resist the inkling of adventure when it presented itself so irresistibly before his eyes. the ravenclaw prefect strolled down the corridor, noting all of the secret passage ways that he'd learn about during his younger years at hogwarts.

just as he turned the corner, his eyes flit to the hidden staircase behind a large tapestry. he wasn't expecting to see anything—but at that momentarily glance, he caught a hand that slipped away into the darkness. "hey!" he shouted down the corridor, walking before running to the spot where the student disappeared and shoving the tapestry away to the side to catch who had been sneaking around.

@－ ❛ ʀ ❜：silas ciarán。⁰⁵ to have the marauder's map on her own hands and barely remembered the path to one of the secret passageway that she assumed that no one have walked or passed through that, thankfully after pulling all nighter and a small plan to head down to hogsmeade on the friday late afternoon. to consider that there's not much classes on the day itself which gave everyone a self study time or anything to do before the weekend, especially not to be caught by any professors or prefect, and learning the invisibility spells as a back up which barely work on herself for past three days.

once the time strike roughly an hour before the evening strike, with her mokeskin pouch, the simple skinny jeans and a plain black shirt accompany with her leather jacket as well as a pair of sport sneakers. walking down to the corridor in a normal pace but the cautious feeling to make sure that no one were looking at her or even notice her, once the coast was cleared and there's no one from the far or near, juliette carefully leans close to the wall before she could close her eyes and walked backwards to enter the secret passageway.