The dungeon corridor outside the Slytherin entrance was empty, the sounds of his footsteps echoed across the eerie darkness in a slow staccato pattern. Lamps burst to life as he passed and flickered out again when he turned a corner sharply. " Silenceo " he thought the spell, holding his wand point towards his echoing shoes. All sounds died away as he continued on towards the castle kitchens in search of a certain head of bushy brown hair.