Making his way down the Chambers he rejoiced in the lugubrious scenery. He had not attained sensory abilities yet, but he remembered. The damp smell of murky water dripping from the walls, the bone chilling cold, and as for the echo of his footsteps and rustle of the squeaking mice, that he was able to hear at least. He could sense his pet slumbering in the distance and a content smile bloomed on his lips.There was something else. A presence he could not quite pinpoint. He was being followed. He turned in a flash and with a wave of his hand sent a cursed blast at the trespasser. It had been on instinct. It surprised him to realize he was able to cast in his current state, wandless even. He knew he had hit his target, he heard the thumping sound hit the stone wall. 