There was something about the picture though that felt off in his mind. Any time he thought about them sneaking through the Manor, it felt... wrong somehow. Like he was stood at a fork in the road, and he had instructions saying to turn left, but his gut was telling him to go right. The feeling reminded him of the one and only time he had tried Felix Felicis, only more subtle, and more unsettling. It was like making plans that you were convinced were never going to happen, but you couldn’t say why.