Pivoting, he jogged back down the stairs in the direction of the last tower. He had to shove a few Ravenclaws out of the way as they approached the entrance to their common room, staring curiously at the Slytherin so out of place. The sun began to set beyond the coloured glass panes of the corridor that he jogged down and when he turned the last corner and came face to face with a portrait the size of a door he laughed,  how inconspicuous, he thought.