"Open" He tapped the wall in the dungeon several times, it sparked on contact then the wall dissolved to reveal a smallish hole where a collection of books were kept. Each one was decorated the same with the sharp gold font saying: "The Arts of Darkness, Coldstone Harshing." Yes, he had stolen the complete collection from Borgin and Burkes. And he kept the illegal books here, for him to read.

He was not a dark wizard, in fact he hated Harshing for killing his father. By reading the books he could understand his enemy's desires and passions and gather a rough idea of what Harshing did to his father on the night of his death. He had decided that he wanted to know the truth than live a lie.

Many times during defence lessons, Tyrin had wanted to strike and murder the dictator. But, He got his head down and said nothing. Now Harshing was on the run, out of Tyrin's reach completely.

Cecelia walked through the dungeons and was slightly surprized to see that this hall looked recently walked through, as the muddy ground had footprints in it. She tried to find it, her wand emitting light that she could follow.

"Hello?" she slightly shouted, hoping that whoever it was would recognize her voice and try to come and find her. "Is anybody there?"

Tyrin whipped out his wand so quickly it hurt his arm. One flick and a small light poured from his wand. It was Cecilia. He sighed, what the heck was she doing down here. He didn't need to tell his sob story to any girl he had on the side lines, or explain his interest in Harshing to anyone either.

He took some books, stowed them into his pocket. He closed his hidey-hole and followed Cecilia's voice.

"Is anybody down here?" she shouted again in a voice oddly similar to her sister Delilah's. She always knew that they were similar in most ways, but recently people were becoming able to tell them apart.

"Hello? Who's down here?"

"Its Tyrin," he bit his lip, what was his excuse? He conjured a ball in his hands, transfiguration was Tyrin's strong point. He followed her then stood before her. He smiled persuasively, "Some gryffindor third year kicked Lycan's ball down here. I wasn't doing anything so I decided to hex the little sh*t and retrieve the ball."

He thew the ball and with magic he bewitched it to fly out of the dungeons. "So, recovered from the forest yet?" He grinned, it had been good but exhausting.

She blushed to herself. "I'm fine," she said, wondering if he had noticed that she had been a virgin. If he had, he really hadn't mentioned it at all. "That was nice of you...to get his ball I mean." She brushed a strand of hair from away from her eyes.

"It's strange that it would've made it all the way down here...Isn't there a password you have to say to even get down here? I was surprized it was open."

Tyrin raised his eye browes but did not answer her questions at first, he just hummed a little until finally he said, "Well it was open for me too. The caretaker must have forgotten to lock it."