"Ancestry," she whispered to the gargoyle standing vigil in front of her. It jumped to the side and she slowly crept up the stairs. Placing one hand on the doorknob and the other grasping her wand she prepared herself for a fight. Throwing the door opening she rolled with the movement and came up in kneeling crouch, wand pointed in front of her. Aside from Albus’ old trinkets, the room was empty.