Adalricus quietly observed the crowd of students from his position along a hidden spyhole behind one of the many statues in the school as they moved about heading to one class or another. His brooding thoughts were weighing heavily on him, "Do I make my move now or wait until a later date? The basilisk is primed and ready in the adjoining room. Croaker and Bones are here according to the portraits, and Potter is down there. Should I use my assassin to lure her to an empty classroom or just mow down everyone in the way now? Decisions, decisions...’