Keeping his steps light, he fixed his eye on the sword of Gryffindor, his stomach fluttering in excitement. All he needed to do was open the display case it was held in, remove it, and slip it into Draco’s satchel at his hip. He strained up onto his tip toes, his fingers catching on the bottom corner of the display case and encouraging it open. It didn’t move though - perhaps he needed more leverage. He cast a glance around at the still snoring portraits, and pulled Dumbledore’s chair closer before carefully clambering on top of it so that the case was within his reach.