Urgent steps sound from somewhere behind me and a low voice rumbles impatiently, could that be Snape? I am suddenly a lot quicker on my feet while trying to salvage the drinks, when I reach another more secluded corridor the place that I want to be is right in front of me, my need of it materialising it to life. A doorway is curled up amongst the shadows, there is no light here except for a faint residue behind me, reflected on the stone floor.